Cheez, I don’t know why I write this stuff. I thought writing erotica was supposed to be easy and fun. Size Curious Brat, Measured Next To Her Ex… These were fun. Losing His Wife series’ are hard on me. They’re rewarding, finally, but they take a toll. It’s worth it. In the end it makes me a stronger writer, developing a tough skin, doing the things that must be done, Killing Your Darlings as they say. And more importantly I want to create erotica that sticks with people. Books that fit their niche but as time wears on are the books a particular kind of reader remembers. Losing His Wife books are more than cuckoldry, more than hotwife…they are on the surface of course and bear all the trappings—but the emotions at play are part of the arousal. I like the term netorare. This is more than skin on skin. Maybe I get complaints that the books are too long, I need to get to the point. There are other books out there that will suit the reader looking for that short burst. Losing His Wife is long because the emotions are eroticized. The skin on skin is there, but sometimes the arousal comes from the relationship changing between two people who love each other. Scenes that some may deem irrelevant will bear later fruit. Stay with me, I have your best interests at heart.
Montréal brings us around the halfway point in the tale of Geoff and Nia. We’re over a hundred-thousand words in and now things are going to get difficult. Montréal has some revelations…some past indiscretions creaking out of a coffin, an understanding of the passion that makes Nia’s heart beat fast. Where’s it all gonna go?