One of my guilty pleasures is The Jealous Possessive Hero. It is one of the many things I would not accept IRL but in romances, I find it kinda delicious. [insert blush] So based upon recommendations on Amazon, I read The Maiden Bride (1996), a medieval by Deborah Simmons. I graded it a B. It wasnt bad but it was one of those books where jealousy read as insecure & socially inept rather than badass. No biggie. Very few authors not named Charlotte Lamb can pull that off well.
But there was one thing noticable – maybe even remarkable – about this book however: it had a scene where the Heroine casually set up the bathtub to make love in, instead of the bed, because she was having her menses. The Hero took her up on it, BTW, in case you’re wondering. I had to read the scene twice to make sure of what I was reading. It was the first time I have ever read a conventional romance where there was sex during That Time of the Month. I always appreciate something different and have always wondered why I have never really come across any instances of it in over 20 yrs of reading romances.
Even in romantica/erotica where anything goes including Tree! Sex! (e.g. Lord of the Deep by Dawn Thompson) and anything else that moves (any book by Elizabeth Amber) I have only come across it once. That would be in Kimberley Zant’s Surrender which was a pretty tall tale even by romantica standards.
I did come across one Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfic but that was the whole point of the story because Hello! Vampire! Blood is blood!
But not a single instance in regular contemporary romances.
It seems like a secret taboo. It’s the best deterrent to sex. Ever. Better than the headache. Better than a gash stitched up in your abdomen cause that certainly didnt stop the two pigs dudes in AnnMarie McKenna’s Blackmailed. I have even read where That Time of the Month has stopped the heroine from being raped by the villain (see Catherine Coulter’s Midnight Star). If That Time of the Month can be packaged somehow, you would think it would sell better than pepper spray according to how thing work in Romancelandia.
Okay, so maybe not many people have sex during That Time of the Month but there must be some. To me, it’s like reading about people who kiss with morning breath: there are people who dont mind it; they do it; and I dont necessarily find it unromantic or gross when I come across it. It’s not like I can see it or smell it.
However, you can find many examples of couples french-kissing as soon as they awaken but no sex during That Time of the Month in Romanceland. What gives? Is there some secret rule that I dont know about? Or maybe I am some deviant and Nice Folks dont do that? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?