Paranormal erotica with lactation fetish. Yeah, how could I say no, right? It was free after all. Curiosity got the better of me, for better or worse.
Turns out the protagonist had a one-night stand with a man of paranormal origin. As her baby isn’t entirely human, her pregnancy isn’t normal. Instantaneously producing milk in response to sexual arousal leads to threesomes with bodybuilders. Her magical baby juice has healing as well as doping effects. It’s the ultimate superfood. When she eventually gives birth, she no longer has the desire to feed and ‘nurture’ anyone but her baby boy so her fuck buddies fall by the wayside.
Being ‘split open’ during sex, we’re told, is not painful. I don’t know about you, but that doesn’t sound true. Inappropriate metaphors like this one are plentiful. Badly chosen metaphors and euphemisms are a common issue in romance and erotica, but in Good Milk they seem especially jarring when they’re so many. Excruciating sexual dialogue was off-putting. “Ow” was a phrase I uttered often, and not in a good way. Saying that, if you take out the sex scenes, the writing’s actually pretty good.