Michelle has a hilarious post over at the Raven Happy Hour (warning: explicit language) about heroes in erotic romance and their huge members. Which makes me want to comment on something I've noticed in Angela Knight's books.
Now, let me be perfectly clear: Angela Knight is my absolute favorite erotic romance author. She's a goddess, and I am not worthy even to cower at her feet. I'm not worthy! I'm not worthy! And yet I'm going to comment on her writing anyway:-).
AK writes super, fabulous, hot love scenes. But in every AK book I've read so far, at some point in the book the hero's schlong is compared to a baseball bat. Every last book. And every time, I put down the book for a minute just to cringe. I mean, a baseball bat is just too darn big. That'd hurt, dontcha think? There's a fine line between sexy fantasy and scaring the hell out of the reader, and that metaphor scares the hell out of me, personally. If I were the heroine, at that point I'd be jumping to my feet, grabbing my scattered clothing, and yelling, Keep away from me, you freak!
What do you think? Do you like to read about heroes of epic proportions, or is there a point where it just becomes too silly? Feel free to comment... but if you know a guy in real life who happens to resemble a baseball bat, I don't really want to know about it *shuddering*.