This is my 500th blog here. Damn, I really am verbose. . .
So in a couple of days I read six interactive quasi-romance half-erotica stories, and it simply seemed easier to make a blog about them together. I don’t always take the easy way out, but when I do, it’s easier.
The Night I Wore a Mask
Shy lady is talked into going to an art gallery owned by her crush, a costume party where she can either be a belly dancer or Marie Antoinette.
Nice premise, but could have been better. The characters were well done and there’s plenty of humor, but the sex scenes were lacking. And I can’t believe anyone reading this really thought he wouldn’t know exactly who she was. . .
The Harem Club
Divorcee reluctantly goes to a sex party, set up by her friend whom she should know better than to trust.
This suffered from a lack of likeable characters. Everyone except the main character was simply too arrogant or annoying to enjoy, and she was too mousy even for such a submissive role. The saving grace was the sex scenes, both well written and heated.
Odd. Both of the above were written by the same author, yet in one the characters were good and the sex scenes were bad, and in the other it’s exactly opposite.
A Soldier’s Seduction
Woman takes male BFF to sex club before he deploys.
This might be the best I’ve read in this genre. The heroine was very likeable, and for once the object of her affection isn’t some arrogant—at least not too much—jerk. The setting at the club is intriguing, though you can also choose to stay at home and go all chocolate-y. The best way to put it is this is the most realistic story I’ve read in this category, though I’m not convinced about the platforms in the sex club.
Rich girl forced to marry; she pines for her lover. . . until she finds out the new guy’s a hunk.
There’s very little sexuality here; far more story than anything else, and too many of the chapters went nowhere. It might have been just okay as a novel—or two—but under the erotica banner it failed to deliver.
Good Boy, Bad Boy
Lady stood up on date meets brothers that are opposites.
This was quickly better than others in this genre; the main character is incredibly funny, and the dialogue, especially her inner one, highlights it. Choosing between two brothers she finds hot doesn’t get any easier when she finds they’re both jerks, though the bad boy’s music and stage presence does sway her a bit more. There’s a nice touch when she wonders if they really want her or if it’s simply a competition between them. . . though it could surely be both. And then the guy who stood her up turns out to have a good reason. Best I’ve read by this author.
An attempt at a film noir involving missing stolen dresses—?—is well-written style-wise but confusing in plot. I didn’t get it at all; there’s a fantasy element that doesn’t really coalesce, and the erotica to plot ratio skews too far toward the latter.