This week I read a historical romance novella with a love scene that did consent perfectly. Romance novels routinely show–and now more so than ever which is the best–that sex and intimacy are something two (or more) people decide on together. Consent happens when both (or more) parties agree on what sexual contact is going to be and feel like. Desire and how it is acted upon is mutual, pleasurable, and not to be regretted. As Sierra Simone says in this Jezebel article, The Romance Novelists Guide to Hot Consent, “consent is that parachute that you can strap on your back before you jump out of the plane.”
What romances and authors do this well? Go!