There’s a terrific new(ish) writer named Lucy Parker who writes fantastic contemporaries. The heroines are strong and smart, as are the heroes. Great banter. There’s not a ton of sex, but the heroines choose sex when they want it without any weird qualms. Lucy’s writing is funny and charming, light but with deep…

Bless you! On behalf of readers everywhere, I thank you for making so many good stories actually readable.

I often say “if they weren’t written by women, for women, they’d be almost like real books.”*

If I recall correctly, Venetia even promises to “preside over” any such orgies.

I think male writers* frequently kill the man off in the end so the character (i.e., the reader that identifies with him) doesn’t have to deal with whatever comes after — the hard work, the day-day effort of keeping the relationship going. Wish fulfillment on the man’s part, in a weird way. But the hero leaves the…