Many months later, Mom asked me to send her something to read. Immersed in writing a different novel, I forgot how spicy Tequila Midnight was, so I put a copy in the mail to her.
Soon after, I proofread it before publishing. Whew! My ears burned thinking about my poor mother reading those scenes. I decided to never bring it up with her, but I wasn't so lucky. She brought it up. I immediately apologized for all the cussing and sex in the book.
Luckily, she liked the book. Then, she dropped the bomb. "Oh, Dad read it too." 😐
I thought I'd die of embarrassment. But in the end, we write what we write. My next book has a very spicy scene that's integral to the main character's development. I've probably set myself up for more book club questions and lots of parental avoidance.