Way back in college, in between studying everything from microeconomics to microorganisms, I still managed to squeeze in a romance here and there.
Then one day I picked up Fear Of Flying by Erica Jong.
Ohmigod. Finished it in one sitting, I think. Her character’s “zipless f*ck” philosophy was both tantalizing and scary to a twenty-year-old.
But the truth is that fantasy rarely lives up to reality, does it?
For me, it’s still about love, not lust. That’s why I write romance instead of erotica. And, believe me, getting two characters into bed is a whole lot easier than getting them to fall in love.
Sorta like life.
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Might be true for real life, too.
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