It’s been delicious to get such lovely recent recognition, and from a host of venues:
From Philadelphia, where the nice folks at the Kink Shoppe are promising their clients the opportunity to trade their copies of Fifty Shades of Grey for something rather better-written, which is to say Carrie’s Story…
… to Britain, where yesterday a covey of brilliant sex writers and activists included me in World Erotic Book Day, and listed Carrie’s Story high up on their Recommended Reading List of 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, nicely describing it as “Modern Story of O, with added wit” (If you want a copy of the list, email me.)
Starting back last January in Berkeley, with my own San Francisco Bay Area Romance Writers of America Chapter, where I participated in a lively discussion of erotic writing…
…home to San Francisco, where tomorrow night, I’ll be reading as part of the Leather, Lace, & Lust series. And where I’ll try to bring it all together by reading, not from my Molly books, but from the first romance novel I ever wrote.
The Bookseller’s Daughter takes place during one of the great ages of erotic writing, 18th century France; is graced by the offstage presence of the Marquis de Sade; and ends up in another cradle of liberty, Philadelphia in the early years of the American republic. It’s the romance novel I imagine Carrie writing — or perhaps you can say it was written by Molly Weatherfield as Pam Rosenthal.
Hope to see you there!