Monday Musings: Cases of the ‘Oh-Hell-Nah’s’

First of all, Happy Monday!

I consider myself a pretty (figuratively and literally, tee hee) open-minded person, but there are just some things that just get a resounding, OH HELL NAH!  Where am I going with this?

CASE #1: I was reading an interracial romance sometime ago where the story was okay for the most part until the couple, a black woman and a white man, got into a heated exchange about something; and in the heat of the argument, the white man used the N-word. It wasn’t directed at the woman, but at the black man the woman was seeing or used to see. I wouldn’t have had such an issue with it (not that that excuses it, but when put into proper context, some things you just come to expect) if the black woman checked him. But she didn’t. And I was turned off and couldn’t finish the story. And I put that author on my permanent DNFW list. And she wasn’t the only author that has written stories like this.

CASE #2: A well-known author in the IR genre disclosed not too long ago that she was writing one of those “monster romances” (under another pen name). You know, one of those dinomonster mates with human woman romances. Animals/Inhuman creatures having sex with women? I’m not talking about those shifter romances because the shifter is in human form during the love scenes. But if they ain’t:

CASE #3: Any story featuring gratuitous sex scenes. You know, those stories where they just hump like rabbits, and there’s no credible or actual plot. Just a lot of fucking, ’cause it sure ain’t lovemaking. I wouldn’t even call it erotica. It’s Pornhub for when your internet goes down…Some of y’all may like that, and I ain’t judging. But, for me:

So, what’s your oh hell nah moment?