Aren't we glad being a lady no longer means trussing ourselves up like poor Lady Margaret Audley here? We've come a long way, baby.
Or have we?
A couple weeks ago, my former boss stopped my mom on the street in the small midwestern town where they live and told her she'd read my last book. And frankly, she was shocked by the sex in it. When I worked for her at the bank, I had always seemed like such a lady.
I wish she hadn't said that to my mom, but it made me laugh. If I wrote murder mysteries, I wonder if my ex-boss would assume I had a cellar full of dead bodies.
The truth is, I am a lady. A lady who likes to read and write about man/woman relationships and all that they entail. That means there are as many love scenes in my books as it takes to tell my hero and heroine's story. And I will follow the story where ever it leads without slamming the door in my reader's faces.
I write about life. All of it. It seems silly to me to censor out part of life that we think about a lot. That doesn't make me unladylike. It makes me honest.
Have you ever been accused of being "unladylike" for reading or writing romance?