It’s been a fact since before I was published that authors these days love reviews. It’s another fact that readers love to leave reviews — sites like Goodreads have created an entire reviewer industry out of ordinary, everyday readers. No longer do you need a doctorate in literature in order to bestow your lofty opinion from the hallowed pages of the Times Literary Supplement. These days, anyone with an internet connection can review whatever they read, however they like. Continue reading →
I can’t believe it. Ace was a year old at the end of September, and I decided to run a promotion. Those who bought a copy, thank you! It was an incredible couple of days, and making #1 LGBT book on Amazon.com was such a thrill.
On release day both titles will also be available from Smashwords and AllRomance.
The first review of The Slave is in, courtesy of the awesome Kazza at On Top Down Under (warning, link images NSFW). She gave it five glorious stars, saying, “Fantastic fantasy and sexy as sin, The Slave is just that little bit different and highly addictive.”
Imagine the situation. You’ve got authors desperate for reviews on one hand, and review bloggers desperate for new books on the other. You’d think they’d talk to each other, right?
Wrong. Only this week I saw a bunch of m/m bloggers talking on Facebook about how nervous they got approaching authors to request review copies of their work. Most, it seems, have had a bad experience with at least one author who called them freeloaders and told them to go away. Then again, a week doesn’t go by I don’t see authors afraid to approach bloggers for fear of being rejected. It seems a silly situation for all parties to be in.
Sometimes it seems the world and his wife reads m/m these days. Certainly, the genre is becoming increasingly popular with a not-so-gay demographic. M/M has its roots in slash fanfiction (think Kirk/Spock or Holmes/Watson), but authors have been writing gay (if that’s not an anachronistic term) romances for centuries. As a latecomer to fandoms, it was in novels that I first saw real representations of same-sex couples, and some of those stories have stuck with me for years. These are the best of them.
So I’m sure by now you’ve probably heard of the latest kerfuffle from JesseWave. A nasty little blog post bitching about mf content in mm romances. What Wave wants, apparently, is a trigger warning for every occurrence of het sex in books sold as mm, in order that she and her ilk can avoid them. Well since when did straight sex become a trigger up there with rape, incest, underage sex and taboo practices?
Why are M/M readers treated so disdainfully? Are we not on par with het romance readers? M/M romance has been around for a decade, so why can’t our authors get it right? Clearly we are not respected because if we were this wouldn’t happen, and so often. Would authors insert graphic gay sex scenes in het romances? Not f*****g likely…
You know why most authors won’t insert graphic gay sex scenes into het romances? Bigotry. That’s why. Because the mainstream consumers of het romance would find it squicky to see two men or two women getting it on. I’m old enough to remember the days when a side character (the Token Gay) having even one weeny, fleeting little kiss, was enough to see a film slapped with an 18, or at least a 15, certificate. Suffer the little children – no one wants to see that!!
Usually my Google Alerts bring me nothing but Lost fanfic (Kate/Aaron) and torrents. Today, however, the Great God Google hath delivered a lovely review of The Rest of Forever from The Novel Approach.
Jack Campbell and Paul Adams tried their hardest to rip my heart out through my tear ducts, and I liked it. No, I more than liked it. I loved this small gem of a story of life-long friends who were so very right for each other…
And, as an aside, I’ve been doing a bit of reviewing of my own. Hop on over to Only True Magic to get the lowdown on a madcap m/m crime comedy caper that really is a Big Deal.
So said Oscar Wilde during his trial in 1895. Of course, he’s right. A book is fiction, it’s not real. It’s no indication of the real life intent or lifestyle of either the reader or the author.
Except that it is.