My mother and SBTB reader Susan were kind enough to send me a link to info on the Literary Review’s Bad Sex in Fiction prize. From fantasizing about foot surgeons to sex with glassy-eyed sheep with fine lashes (shouldn’t every heroine have fine lashes?!) this contest is the Bulwer-Lytton of sex scenes. Susan’s reaction: “ye, gods, and they have the NERVE to go on and on about purple prose in ROMANCE?” Amen to that!
Shouldn’t there be a romance novel’s bad sex scenes contest? Have y’all read any sex scenes that were just absolute howlers this year, in a new or recently-published book? Perhaps we need to make this a year-end event – Smart Bitches, Bad Sex contest. Not that we’re having bad sex. Smart Bitches never have bad sex!