Unrealistic Fantasies By Nichelle Gregory
I recently had a discussion with a male friend who supports my work as an erotic romance author, although he admitted he didn’t ‘get’ how women could continue to read them after indulging in one. Of course, I asked him how he could speak on romance novels if he’d never read one. He got a silly look on his face and said he’d taken a peep at one his former girlfriend had lying around. After talking about the subject further, he revealed how he felt such books filled women’s heads with unrealistic ideas about love, sex and relationships in general.
I thought his argument, though flawed in my opinion; I couldn’t deny he posed some interesting questions. Do women develop unrealistic notions about romance and relationships because of the guaranteed (usually) happily ever after stories in their hands? Do women hold real men to an unattainable standard in the bedroom after reading about a studly hero bringing a heroine to an earth shattering climax for the second time in one night?
I think the keyword in my first question is ‘women’. Most women understand that the romantic/erotic fiction they’re reading is simply that…fiction. We read them because they give us an escape from the mundane, sometimes disappointing side of romance or lack thereof in our own lives. We want to read the story where the girl gets the guy and where the guy totally gets (understands) his woman.
Now, I started reading romance novels in middle school and I’ll admit at that age the happily ever after storylines made an undeniable impression on my young mind, but that all changed once I had my heart broken. My pseudo hero didn’t do, say, act or react like any of the heroes I’d read. I quickly learned like we all do that you don’t always get a happy ending when it comes to matters of the heart. Romance novels are to be enjoyed by readers who understand life and relationships are never as easy as the sexy tales we read within a book.
Yet, that’s precisely why for the mature, smart, savvy reader that these novels are so popular. No matter what the conflict is between the hero and heroine, we know they’re going get to that happily ever after.
Do I think erotic romance readers hold their lovers to unfair standards between the sheets? No. Again, I believe the age of the reader comes into play here again. Erotic romance is for women and women understand most men aren’t going to be able to give them a climax, possibly two every single time they make love, especially by penetration alone. C’mon.
Real life sex can be far from perfect, if we’re being honest, on occasion isn’t even satisfying. I believe erotic romance and romance novels in general help many women believe real love exists when real life relationships have scarred their hearts. Erotic romance can stoke the inner fire that’s been banked by real life lovers who’ve failed to satisfy physical and emotional needs we seek as women.
It’s not just the sex on the pages that we’re drawn to. It’s the emotional connection between the hero and heroine that captivates us as well. Lovers of romance in any genre understand that what we are reading is a fantasy. It’s the fantasy we love. It’s the fantasy of the perfect orgasm, falling for the perfect guy that keeps our hearts open and the flame of desire burning bright for the real life heroes with whom we choose to share our lives.
I’d like to thank Lucy for so graciously offering her blog with me today! I’d like to leave you all with an excerpt from As You Wish, my latest paranormal erotic romance available today with Total E-Bound Publishing. Indulge in the fantasy…and enjoy!
A race against time to save her physic mother from supernatural forces leaves Karis, a novice clairvoyant, no choice but to trust a very sexy genie granting three wishes and an offer to help her tap into her psychic abilities…if she’ll come willing to his bed.
With her eyes still closed, Karis kept chanting the mantra, “This isn’t real, this isn’t happening.” If she said it enough times, it would have to be true.
“Oh, yes, I am real and this is definitely happening.” A deep voice filled the room.
Her eyes flew open and for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, she screamed.
A strange man stood in her living room within arm’s reach! He towered above her, standing well over six feet with rich mahogany skin and a thick muscular build. Her gaze dipped to his bare chest and tapered waist. Ripped oblique muscles disappeared beneath the loose white pants riding low on his hips. Heat flooded her cheeks as she tore her eyes from his torso back to his face.
He held her shocked gaze with the most beautiful hazel eyes she had ever seen. He had the chiselled profile that would inspire fantasies and fantastic works of art. From the crown of his bald head to the soles of his bare feet, his bold features set him apart from the average male. He exuded confidence, evidenced in his relaxed stance and the cool sexy smile directed at her. A stylish goatee encircled his full lips and she couldn’t stop her eyes from travelling over the rest of his rock hard body. She took in every detail from his strong jaw line, thick neck, and the most impressive set of abs on full display. He was sexy as hell, but his sex appeal did nothing to calm her racing heart or the stark realisation she needed to call her doctor now.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered again, feeling light-headed.
The gorgeous apparition chuckled, flashing a perfect smile. “Not quite, but I get that a lot.”
She was losing her mind, hallucinating now in broad daylight.
“Tell me, how I may serve you?” The rich sound of his voice flowed over her like a warm summer breeze.
At least she was hallucinating about a hot guy and not the hideous creature in her dreams. She sucked in a breath as the half-naked man approached her and the entire room began to spin.
“No,” Karis whispered. She took one faltering step backwards and fainted.
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