I'm gonna say it again: I'm tired of sex!
I'm reading The Wallflower series by Lisa Kleypas and enjoying it greatly. She's a good writer and I must admit that she has me laughing out loud many times. I love when an author makes me laugh out loud.
But... (and this but is almost as big as my butt), I don't read about a fourth of the book. Because you see the H/h have their romance and their sparring and it's good stuff. Oh my, it's really good stuff. But then they fuck. Or they make the beast with the two backs. Make sweet love till the morning comes. They do it. The train goes through the tunnel. They do the dirty. Ride the hump train. Get sweaty. Boogie till dawn. Get down. Bump uglies. Rut like animals. Bump like bunnies. Hump like hippos.
You know. They have the dreaded sex.
Oh Miss Kleypas, I love you. I adore you. I implore you to please please please stop writing so damned much sex.
Once they do it they have to do it again and again. You know, like we did in our thirties when we hit our sexual prime and became those women our mother's warned us about and our father's suggested our brother's find. We was dirty. We was hot. We was all about the sex.
Unfortunately that's where Miss Kleypas' books go also.
So there I am reading this amazing book, laughing out loud in McDonald's while the kids played and I stole their french fries and read on my Kindle and life was amazing and then the characters had sex. And they had sex again. They had sex over and over and over again and each time was described and well frankly, I got bored.
It's especially tiring when reading a series in order, as I'm doing with the Wallflower books. Four books and in each one at some point I start skimming through multiple sex scenes to get to the good stuff. (The good stuff = story.)
I figure by the time I'm done with Book 4, I'll have read the equivalent of three books and skimmed one entire book worth of writing as I avoid all the sex.
I love you, Lisa Kleypas. But can't you keep your character's pants on?