As you'll know if you read my blog about consent, I do have a tendency to worry that the kind of porn I write might be misconstrued as glamourising abusive relationships [spoiler alert: it really isn't].
Last night, I took a friend I hadn't seen for a while out for cocktails as my birthday present to her. A few months ago, following a conversation in which she talked about being 'into kink', I had told her about my books and she had gone on to order a copy of The Soldier's Girl. She messaged me when she finished the book to say that she had enjoyed it but, beyond that, we never really discussed it.
Until last night.