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There's sex in erotica? by Bridget Midway

I recently did a signing

at a book festival that doubled as a community day. While authors stayed inside in the nice, cool air conditioning, outside there was an antique car show.

So I had my books on the table and waiting for folks to walk by and talk to me about them, and I see this older woman approaching me. She looked over my books and tried arguing with me over each concept of my books.

For CORPORATE SEDUCTION, my BDSM switch story, she asked me what it was about. So I tactfully told her it was a story with a boss and his administrative assistant. I didn't want to go into any further details since I knew that she would argue with me about how a woman could enjoy a BDSM relationship at all.

So she asked me who was doing the seducing in the story. Since it is a switch story (meaning one person tops the other at one point, then they switch roles) I told her that they seduce each other, which is the truth. She said that that was wrong. If he's the boss, then definitely the woman was seducing him and not the other way around. So I agreed just to get her to continue moving on to the next author.

When she saw one of my postcards featuring a cover for another one of my BDSM novels called LOVE MY WAY, she asked me what that one was about. The story is about a Dominant who searches for his next submissive through a reality TV show. What I told her was that it was like the show "The Bachelor" where a man is looking for his next love on a reality TV show. The truth, but since I didn't have the book with me since it's only available in electronic format, I didn't have a fear that she would be buying it.

With that description, she shook her head and said that all men were just looking for sex, and that my hero had all of these women and all he wanted from each of them was sex. Of course she said this in a volume that made people around her look at her and me. I was sitting there thinking, "Yes, in an erotica, someone is bound to be looking for sex."

An author at a table next to mine spilled her drink and was cleaning it up with a mop. The mop handle fell behind this reader in front of me. I warned he to watch out for the handle. As though it was a stake and she was Dracula, she jumped and ran away. Had I known that was all that it would take to keep her moving, I would have spilled something a long time ago!

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