(An Erotic Romance Author’s Response to) Dave Barry Learns Everything You Need to Know About Being a Husband From Reading 50 Shades of Grey

(An Erotic Romance Author’s Response to) Dave Barry Learns Everything You Need to Know About Being a Husband From Reading 50 Shades of Grey | TaraQuan.com

Disclaimer: This is my opinion, which should be obvious since it’s on my personal blog. This is also a post meant for adults, and I will be using the F-word. You’ve been warned.

Kudos to Mr. Barry for making me laugh so hard I decided to write a blog post of my own—a rarity, as you can perhaps tell from the regularity with which I update this website. While his flair for humor far surpasses mine, I feel I have a unique perspective to offer the husbands who seek to gain knowledge from reading Fifty Shades of Grey.

I am a woman.

I am a woman who consumes a “porno book” every once in a while (translation: at least one a week).

I am a woman who writes what Mr. Barry might describe as a “porno book.” That said, I have neither read Ms. James’s masterpiece nor watched the movie adaptation, which hopefully adds to my uniqueness.

So, to all the husbands out there searching for the key to a woman’s psyche (aka the 10 random people who stumble upon this blog after Googling “spanking sex free read pdf download”), I offer you a glimpse of my twisted female mind.

In Mr. Barry’s words, “When a young man goes through puberty, he basically turns into a walking boner.” To that I respond: so do women, though her “boner” isn’t quite as visible as a dude’s tented jeans. I too experienced this constant state of horniness during my teenage years.

I became so horny, in fact, that I consumed romances on a weekly basis, masturbated upon occasion, and after I discovered the joys of fanfiction.net, started writing about sex between Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy—don’t judge.

While Ms. James found inspiration in the dangerous-ish vampire that is Edward Cullen, I obsessed over an equally ominous wizard, who didn’t even qualify as the big bad in Harry Potter. As I’m sure many others have envisioned themselves as Bella Swan (aka Anastasia Steele), I pictured myself as the nerdy –mione half of the Dramione pair. I too wore glasses, struggled with weight issues and uneven teeth, and destroyed my chances at teenage sex by being an obnoxious know-it-all.

What is it about the likes of Draco, Edward, and Christian that make women hot and bothered?

1.     They are rich.

2.     They are hot (or “hot!”)

3.     They are bad boys who aren’t actually bad boys.

Why is “rich” sexy?

This is one of those "duh" moments. I would love to be able to buy anything I want, spend my days writing full-time, for which I earn about $100 a year, go on helicopter (or horse) rides, and receive expensive jewelry, or Apple products, as gifts. I would rather achieve this level of wealth by somehow landing on the bestseller’s list on the New York Times, but dreaming about marrying a billionaire works too. Suffice it to say, the chances of either happening for me is next to none, but daydreaming about such quirks of fate isn’t a crime. Thus solves the mystery of the billionaire hero subgenre in romances.

[Side note: My husband's favorite daydream is that I will one day become rich and famous, thus allowing him to buy whatever he wants, spend his days working his current job, for which he earns much more than $100 a year, travel on private jets, and receive Apple products as gifts.]

Why is “hot!” sexy?

The concept of hot is relative. Erotic romances are usually written in a deep third or first person point of view. The author isn’t saying that a hero is “hot!” by virtues of a mathematically symmetrical bone structure. She (or he) is saying the hero makes the heroine wants to jump his bones.

As PlayboyMaxim, and Sports Illustrated have demonstrated, men have a rubric by which they measure female hotness. And women do too, though admitting our lust out loud seems to be frowned upon. What turns a woman on varies, which might be why we prefer to consume our “porn” in written form. That way, we can all have our own version of Edward/Draco/Christian, and he looks much better than a porn star, perhaps because most porn is marketed toward men.

Why are “bad boys” sexy?

The better question is: Why is Bella Swan/Anastasia Steele a virgin, something which seems to boggle Mr. Barry’s mind? A lot of heroines in romances are also virgins, most certainly the ones with Fabio on the cover. What is it about virgins?

Well, it’s quite simple, at least in my understanding of the world. Girls who think about having sex are “bad girls.” Girls who have sex out of wedlock, in most cultures, or without a serious commitment in slightly more enlightened places, are sluts. 

The message women receive from popular culture is that good girls don't sleep around. Meanwhile, men fantasize about sex, fill their hard drives with porn, consider jerking off part of their daily/weekly routines, and pay good money for blow jobs.

In this world we live in, which is created by both men and women, the only way for a “good girl” to have a mind-blowing orgasm with another person—man or woman—is for a “bad boy (or girl)” to convince her (note: very few women have fantasies of actual rape, or so I've been told). Since the man is the "bad" one, he takes on all the blame, thus allowing her to enjoy an act which has kept the human species from extinction.

What should a husband learn from the 50 Shades of Grey phenomenon?

Seriously, are men really that dense? Yes, I’m making a Grey’s Anatomy reference.

Women have been reading romances long before Ms. James penned her series. Paperbacks with pastel-colored covers on display at your local pharmacy often contain sex. Nora Roberts and Virginia Henley write excellent bedroom scenes.

The success of 50 Shades, it seems, allowed some men to stumble upon a valuable pearl of wisdom. As Mr. Barry so eloquently stated, women want to have sex. It's true. We do.

Some woman fantasize about being tied up. Some want to be flogged. Some enjoy wax play. Many also enjoy lying in a comfortable bed, receiving oral, and having slow, lazy sex, missionary style.

A husband’s prerogative, if he wants to get "It" on a regular basis, is finding out what pushes his special someone's buttons. Reading some of her books might be a good place to start.

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Layla Tarar

Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, she enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines and alpha males into exotic contemporary locales, fantasy worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Visit Tara at www.taraquan.com

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#NewRelease - Portrait of a Lone Wolf by @Katalina_Leon, a @DecadentPub #Shifter #PNR

The Black Hills Wolves roster is growing, and today marks the addition of Katalina Leon's Potrait of a Lone Wolf. With a Native American hero and a Latina heroine, it's a shifter story that should tempt many an interracial/multicultural romance fan.

Check it out! 

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Portrait of a Lone Wolf

by Katalina Leon

A mixed-blood Native American wolf-shifter, abandoned by a teenage mother and ignored by an absentee father, Rio Waya has never fit in or felt worthy of love. But when he comes home to the Black Hills, he realizes he wants a mate of his own. 

Recovering from a cheating ex who started a new family behind her back, Sela López seeks escape to pull her life back together. As a documentary filmmaker and wildlife photographer, she rents a cabin in the Black Hills with plans to film the beleaguered wolf population. But she’s so busy looking through a camera lens she doesn’t see trouble coming. 

Sparks fly as mutual fears and vulnerabilities surface when Sela and Rio meet. She can’t figure out why the mysterious Mr. Waya is so anxious about having a documentary made of the Black Hills Wolves. But when his secret is exposed, all hell breaks loose. Can Rio win Sela’s trust and soothe her fears about allowing a hunky wolf-shifter into her heart? 

Excerpt

“Medium rare.” Gee set a steaming hamburger buried beneath heaps of fries and onion rings in front of Sela.

Everything on the plate looked delicious. “Thank you. I thought I ordered this to go?”

“Stay awhile. Enjoy your food.” Gee gave Rio a sickly sweet little grin. “L.A. stood up to you. I like her.”

The crease between his brows deepened. “Gee, no one asked your opinion.”

She gingerly picked up a fistful of scorching hot fries and ferried them over to Rio’s plate.

He appeared puzzled. “Why?”

“Peace offering.” She wondered what he looked like when he smiled. “I’m sure yours are cold by now.”

Rio picked up one of the token offerings, lifting the hot french fry to his lips. He didn’t even care he was about to get burned big time. In fact, he wanted the pain. Better to take the punishment now than suffer a shitload of hurt after he did something stupid like make a play for Sela López, which absolutely, positively could not happen. To his eyes, she was knockout gorgeous with killer curves. She had plenty of sass, too. She hadn’t backed down a bit from his most withering I- just-put-you-in-your-place look.

Something else caught him off-guard—her scent. One whiff of her subtle female aroma had brought his blood to a boil.

Holy crap, what had he gotten himself into? By the tone of her e-mail inquiries about the cabin, he’d come to the false conclusion Miss López was a dried-up academic collecting data about the Los Lobos wolf population. Instead, a Latina temptress with an ass that made him want to bite his fist and whimper had shown up.

About Katalina Leon

Katalina Leon is an artist and author who can’t commit to a single genre. Her favorite playgrounds are historical, Sci-fi, contemporary, and most of all paranormal realms. Katalina brings a sense of adventure and a touch of the mystical to erotic romance. She believes there's a daring heroine inside every woman who wants to take a wild ride with a strong worthy hero.

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#NewRelease: Man Candy by Jewel Quinlan (@JewelQuinlan), an @EvernightPub #Cougar #Romance

I'm delighted to welcome the lovely Jewel Quinlan back to my blog today. Her cougar romance Man Candy just came out, and it's been awarded the Editor's Pick seal from Evernight Publishing. I'm here to offer her a virtual high five. Here's more about the book. 

Man Candy
(The Cougar Journals)

by Jewel Quinlan

Commercial real estate agent, Ava Baldassari, is done with being a good girl. Recently having revamped her self-image, home and wardrobe she finds there is one thing left that needs updating; her sex life. She runs into her friend and running partner, Cole, one night when she is out with a friend. A bit drunk she flirts with him and is surprised by the enthusiastic response he gives back. Things reach a point where she has to make a decision whether or not to cross a line she never has before. Ava is forty and Cole is twenty-five, is she really ready to become a cougar?

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Excerpt

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” he whispered in my ear, still pressed against me as he unzipped my dress.

Me too, I wanted to say. But I didn’t. I was adrift in the onslaught of sensation as he slid the fabric from me, trailing kisses down my back as it went. Making me aware as I never had been of how sensitive the skin there could be. When he reached the small of my back, he lingered, kneading my skin with his tongue and teeth. His hands ran down my legs and then back up to my breasts, and I savored the feel of his fingers. My breaths came heavier. I had been needing this for too long.

He rose and turned me toward him, towering over me. His cap was gone and his dark hair was askew, as though he had run his fingers through it, giving him that sexy just-woke-up look. I slid my fingers from the waist of his jeans, underneath his shirt, to his muscled back. The ridges of strength there were too tempting beneath my fingertips. How did he find the time to work out that much? I had to see with my own eyes. Fisting the hem of his shirt in my hands, I pulled his t-shirt up to remove it. Why should I be the only one standing here naked? With a chuckle, he complied, lifting the shirt over his head and flinging it away in the casual manner of an underwear model on TV.

Sure, I had imagined what he looked like with his shirt off, but the reality was ten times better. He had a runner build, but that was filled out with muscle. The planes of his chest were topped by strong shoulders and arms, which seemed to blossom over the lean ridges of his abdominals, creating a definite contrast. I couldn’t help reaching out and touching him. I ran my hands over his skin, tracing my way upward to the light coating of black hair on his pectorals. He leaned his pelvis into me, forehead on mine, his erection pressing into me, making me shiver with anticipation.

We were on the brink of something oh-so-good, and I was dying to plunge ahead. Yet, I hesitated. Questions burned in my mind. I tried to hold them back, knowing serious talk would ruin the moment. That lasted about two seconds before I gave in.

“Um…” I said.

He lifted his head from mine and looked at me.

I cocked my head at him. “Did you just say you’ve been wanting to do this for a while?” Had he been scoping me out all this time, as I had him?

He nodded. “Who wouldn’t? Look at you. You’re gorgeous.”

I glanced down at myself. My ample buxom looked perfect in the black, lace push-up bra I wore, and the matching thong sat just right, low on my hips. I still had on my red heels, which added a lady-killer effect.

Then I glanced at him. The smoldering look he gave me trumped anything I observed on the physical plane. The messages coming from him on a subliminal level promised pleasure that made me squirm with heat.

“You know it’s going to be good between us, Ava,” Cole said.

About Jewel Quinlan

Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited 16 countries so far. Lover of ice cream, beer and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua; Penny. It is Penny’s mission in life to keep Jewel from the keyboard. But, with the help of dog-chew-making-companies, Jewel has been able to distract her canine companion and continues to get thousands of words on the page for your enjoyment.

**Jewel will be attending RomCon 2015 in Denver CO September 25-27. Readers can get tickets to sit with her at the reader luncheon event.

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