Reading this story, I was reminded of something else I’d learned from Stephen King’s memoir, “On Writing”. He said, “If you don’t have the time to read, you don’t have the time or the tools to write”. I had always taken this to heart and came to know that being a good writer means knowing what works and what doesn’t by knowing how others created that written magic we all come to love and get lost in. The best stories really do teach you something you didn’t understand before and helps provide a perspective that makes you think and want to write. I’m reminded of this because “Leather God Descending” is a wonderful example of a story you can get lost in, as well as understand something I wasn’t very familiar with before.
Let me start this off by saying that I don’t like writing bad reviews, and in the same breath, let me say that this is not necessarily a bad review that I’m writing. This is going to be a review in which I found much that I didn’t like or some things that I felt took away from what this could have been. But what I also read is an inspiring story of self-discovery and sexual awakening that can resonate with a reader, if a bit straining to reach. This is actually a really good story, and I enjoyed it a lot, but I’m sure the author is aware, by now, that it’s the execution that really hurt it.
It’s always interesting to me how no two authors I read from ever have similar styles, or approaches, to their erotica. And I mean this in a good way when I talk about the smut writers I admire. Most recently, Roslyn Hetrick, just to name one. There’s a combined moment when you discover how one author chooses to portray the events that tantalize their mind, and the moment you realize you’re fancy is about to be tickled in a way you haven’t enjoyed yet. Some would call this an ‘A-ha’ moment, but I prefer to call it my ‘Oh, damn’ moment.
I originally pre-ordered “Amore: A Love Story” back in January, with the intention of reading it and writing this review soon after. Needless to say, I’m a bit late, and I apologize for that. But I find that I’m kicking myself for not having read this sooner. This love story by Alexa Nichols is much more than it appears on the surface. It’s both complex in it’s story-telling, and rife with erotic pleasures to excite you as you read.
Current trends in the genre of erotica have shown a growing appreciation of a horror aspect to sex and sexuality. Between works of written erotica, and the porn industry, horror seems to be making an unexpected rise in popularity. Capitalizing on this idea is indie author, Laila Faire, who has crafted a number of horror erotica novellas, including “Carnival of Sin”. This was actually the first work of horror erotica I’ve ever read, and I must say, I was pleasantly surprised. I figure the best thing to do was write down my first impressions, and tell you a bit about the story.
I first heard about Terri George last week as I was looking through my Twitter. I was eager to find something new to read and later review. Terri George already has several books available, and a good handful of positive reviews under her belt. The cover art, as well as her teaser graphics, are very eye-catching to be sure. She’s clearly been doing this for a while and knows the craft very well.