The 50 Shades Trilogy, written by the previously unknown E.L. James, just reached the milestone of 10 million copies sold. James wrote her books chronicling the anything-but-subtle sexual adventures of Anastasia Steele and Christian Grey, as a form of fan fiction for the Twilight series.
Twilight, at least the version I recall, was the odd melange of vampires, werewolves and teen angst, not BDSM. In fact, I’m not entirely sure what that stands for – I think it’s my accounting firm.
But apparently it was the BSDM Mommy Porn aspect of the book that got, and kept, women reading. And then they started talking. To their friends. And the next thing you know, word-of-mouth sales landed the self-published James on the New York Times best seller list and a seven-figure book deal. In the publishing world, it’s a true Cinderella story with a fetish for something other than a Jimmy Choo glass pump. [Read more...]

When I looked in my rearview mirror and saw flashing lights, I wasn’t concerned. I did what law-abiding drivers do – I eased over to the side of the road so he could quickly proceed with pursuing a wily suspect. My mind concocted scenes from CSI, The Wire and Law and Order. Was it a jail break? Felony in progress? As I waited for the cruiser to pass, I realized it hadn’t. Another glance in the rearview revealed the spinning lights were sitting behind my truck.


