Lizzie Ashworth

Until recently, sex scenes in most books erupted behind closed doors. Why? Why was (and still is in some venues) it acceptable to describe the details of violence, hate, fear, anger, and greed, but not the details of touch, desire, and love? I feel fortunate indeed that now sex scenes keep the bedroom door open, show readers the tingle of flesh, and follow through to the heavy breathing, sweaty finish. It's about damn time.