Check out the autographed cover flat that my pal Victoria Janssen gave me of her new erotic romance, The Moonlight Mistress. This is the gift that every straight guy secretly wants . . .. naked women with luscious pomegranates.
Over at Locus Online, essayist Adrienne Martini has a short screed decrying the proliferation of subgenres with -punk endings. Well . . . The very-soon-forthcoming book is apparently chock-a-block with sex, werewolves, sex, perverted scientists, and sex. Oh, yeah, and more sex. Which, Vickie proudly informs me, makes it a prime example of Smutpunk.
It's a rich world we live in, innit?