I’ve gotten mixed reviews about the heat level of Jack & Diane and Someone to Love. My books are about as spicy as a sprinkle of black pepper and I did that on purpose. The type of romance I write has several names. It’s sometimes called sweet, clean, or closed door.
I like the term closed door, because for the most part that’s exactly what happens. The sex happens behind closed doors. There’s no detailed description of part A being inserted into part B. Sorry but there are no quivering members, throbbing flowers, or heaving bosoms.
Why are they closed door?
Well for starters my novels also are free of foul language. As the euphemisms above demonstrate finding a clean way to describe down and dirty sex is cheesy at best.
Since the success of 50 Shades, romance has gotten sexier and sexier. The blurred line between romance and erotica has gotten blurrier. As a reader I was finding it more and more difficult to find stories that put emphasis on the emotional connection of the couple and not just their sexual chemistry.
I found the pickings particularly slim in the niche genre of interracial romance. I wanted to write stories where the black heroine was sought, and cherished, for who she was as a person and not just desired for her body. I wanted to write the stories I wanted to read.
Finally, and most importantly to me, my decision was one of faith. My talent (some would and have argued that I have none) is a gift from God. I couldn’t in good faith use that gift to write explicitly about sex.
Don’t get me wrong, I read some of those books that are so hot I have to keep the fire extinguisher next to the Kindle. I’m in no way judging those that do write racy romance or even erotica. It was just not the choice for me. I just wanted to write about to people falling in love and provide an alternative 11 inch privates.