Do Authors Get Royalties From Library Book Loans?

I get a kick out of tracing the threads between classic erotica and the modern femdom romance scene, so here's my take from a more bookish, long-haul-reader perspective. If you want authors who consistently show up in discussions and lists, start with Laura Antoniou — her 'The Marketplace' series is practically canonical for consensual power-exchange worlds where female masters and mistresses are central figures. It’s layered, character-driven, and treats the dynamics with a calm seriousness that appeals to people looking for romance plus psychological depth. Another essential name is Anne Rice writing as A. N. Roquelaure; the 'Sleeping Beauty' trilogy is infamous and influential for blending fairy-tale retelling with explicit BDSM themes. It’s controversial and not for everyone, but it shaped how erotic fantasy and dominance were pictured in later decades. Tiffany Reisz’s 'The Original Sinners' books also deserve mention — they’re edgier romance with dominant women who have complex interior lives and real romantic stakes, so readers who want emotional payoff alongside kink often find her work satisfying. If you’re hunting for more contemporary or anthology-style takes, look for editors and curators who focus on erotica and kink: anthologies and collections often surface excellent femdom stories from a variety of voices. Tristan Taormino is one figure who has curated and written around sexual expression and kink in thoughtful ways. For a classic counterpoint, Pauline Réage’s 'Story of O' is historically pivotal even though it centers on submission rather than femdom — it’s useful to read as context for how power and eroticism have been framed over time. Finally, the indie world is huge: many modern femdom romances live on digital platforms and indie imprints, so scanning tags like 'female domination', reading reader reviews, and checking content warnings helps you find consensual, romance-forward work. Personally I love when a book balances tenderness and power — the best femdom romance makes dominance feel like a language two characters learn together, and that’s what keeps me coming back.

One blunt truth I keep coming back to is that consent has to be visible on the page even when a character is asleep. I write intimacy scenes a lot, and the moments that sit uneasily with me are the ones where sleep is used as a shortcut to avoid messy negotiation. If you're going to depict any sexual or intimate action involving a sleeping adult, make the setup explicit: was there prior, enthusiastic consent? Was this part of a negotiated fantasy, a sleepover agreement, or some kind of mutual understanding? If the parties agreed ahead of time that certain touches or waking rituals were fine, show that conversation or at least the residue of it—messages, a joke, a shared nod—so readers know everyone involved had agency. If the scene explores a boundary being crossed, treat it like a boundary being crossed: give it weight, complexity, and consequence. I focus on the emotional fallout, the internal dissonance of the awake character, and the survivor-centered aftermath for the one who was asleep. That means no glamorizing, no voyeuristic detail, and no brushing trauma under the rug. Practical things help make it respectful: use restrained, non-exploitative language, avoid graphic descriptions of unconscious bodies, and include a content warning if the material could distress readers. I also find sensitivity readers invaluable for scenes that touch on consent, power imbalances, or past abuse. Handling sleep scenes responsibly has made my writing feel more honest and kinder to readers and characters alike.

I get asked this kind of thing a lot in book groups, and my short take is straightforward: I haven’t seen any major film adaptations of books by Hilary Quinlan circulating in theaters or on streaming platforms. From my perspective as someone who reads a lot of indie and midlist fiction, authors like Quinlan often fly under the radar for big-studio picks. That doesn’t mean their stories couldn’t translate well to screen — sometimes smaller presses or niche writers find life in festival shorts, stage plays, or low-budget indie features long after a book’s release. If you love a particular novel, those grassroots routes (local theater, fan films, or a dedicated short) are often where adaptation energy shows up first. I’d be thrilled to see one of those books get a careful, character-driven film someday; it would feel like uncovering a secret treasure.

Picking up a book labeled for younger readers often feels like trading in a complicated map for a compass — there's still direction and depth, but the route is clearer. I notice YA tends to center protagonists in their teens or early twenties, which naturally focuses the story on identity, first loves, rebellion, friendship and the messy business of figuring out who you are. Language is generally more direct; sentences move quicker to keep tempo high, and emotional beats are fired off in a way that makes you feel things immediately. That doesn't mean YA is shallow. Plenty of titles grapple with grief, grief, abuse, mental health, and social justice with brutal honesty — think of books like 'Eleanor & Park' or 'The Hunger Games'. What shifts is the narrative stance: YA often scaffolds complexity so readers can grow with the character, whereas adult fiction will sometimes immerse you in ambiguity, unreliable narrators, or long, looping introspection. From my perspective, I choose YA when I want an electric read that still tackles big ideas without burying them in stylistic density; I reach for adult novels when I want to be challenged by form or moral nuance. Both keep me reading, just for different kinds of hunger.

If you're hunting for a laugh-out-loud spin on 'Dune' or a silly retelling of 'The Time Machine', my go-to starting point is Archive of Our Own. AO3's tag system is a dream for digging up comedy: search 'humor', 'parody', 'crack', or toss in 'crossover' with something intentionally absurd (think 'Dune/X-Men' or 'Foundation/Harry Potter' parodies). I personally filter by kudos and bookmarks to find pieces that other readers loved, and then follow authors who consistently write witty takes. Beyond AO3, I poke around Tumblr microfics for one-shot gags and Wattpad for serialized absurd reimaginings—Wattpad often has modern-AU comedic rewrites of classics that lean into meme culture. FanFiction.net still has a huge archive, though its tagging is clunkier; search within category pages for titles like 'Frankenstein' or 'The War of the Worlds' and then scan chapter summaries for words like 'humor' or 'au'. If you like audio, look up fanfiction readings on YouTube or podcasts that spotlight humorous retellings. Reddit communities such as r/fanfiction and r/WritingPrompts regularly spawn clever, comedic takes on canonical works. Personally, I get the biggest kick from short, sharp pieces—drabbles and drabble collections—that turn a grave sci-fi premise into pure silliness, and I love bookmarking authors who can do that again and again.

Scrolling through Kristen's Archives feels like wandering a curated bookshelf where certain names pop up again and again. The authors I see most often are Neil Gaiman, Ursula K. Le Guin, Ray Bradbury, Octavia E. Butler, and Margaret Atwood. Those names show up because Kristen seems to favor speculative voices that blend lyrical prose with moral weight — Gaiman's mythic whimsy, Le Guin's anthropological scope, Bradbury's nostalgic futurism, Butler's incisive social probes, and Atwood's razor-sharp dystopias. What I love about that rotation is how it creates a conversation across eras: Bradbury's mid-century visions echo into Atwood's near-future cautionary tales, while Le Guin and Butler bend the form in different directions — one more philosophical, the other more sociological. Kristen gives each author room to breathe, featuring essays, short story picks, and linked interviews. You get context: why 'The Left Hand of Darkness' still matters next to a short piece by Gaiman or a remembrance of Bradbury's small-town Americana turned eerie. Reading that archive, I often find deep dives into themes rather than just surface fandom. There are posts that group authors by topics like ecology, gender, or myth, and the recurring authors fit those themes well. It feels like a safe, intelligent corner of the internet where classic and contemporary speculative writers are treated with equal curiosity. Personally, it makes me want to reread 'Parable of the Sower' and then follow up with some underrated Le Guin essays — satisfying and quietly thrilling.

Late-night revisions taught me one thing: guard your words like treasured sketches. I began treating AI tools as clever, hungry assistants — useful, but not trustworthy with the whole draft. Practically, my first rule is never to paste a full manuscript into an online box. Instead I use summaries, scene synopses, or stripped-down prompts that replace character names and key worldbuilding with placeholders. That way the tool helps me with style, pacing, or dialogue without seeing the full intellectual property. On the legal and technical side I keep a paper trail: timestamped drafts, prompt logs, and the raw outputs saved locally. I also register major works before heavy public testing — it’s a small cost that buys evidence if something weird happens later. For collaborative projects I insist on written terms: NDAs, explicit clauses about who owns generated text, and a clause forbidding contributors from feeding material into third-party models. I’ve even used private deployments and local models for sensitive chapters, which avoids third-party training claims entirely. Finally, I pay attention to provider terms. Some services explicitly say they won’t use submitted data to train their models; others don’t. Where possible I pick tools that offer an opt-out or enterprise privacy controls. Throw in invisible watermarks, consistent metadata, and small alterations on publication to distinguish any leaked text, and I sleep easier. It’s a mix of common sense, paperwork, and a few tech tricks — imperfect, but practical, and it keeps the creative spark feeling mine.

Hunting for playful lines that stick in a kid's head is one of my favorite little obsessions. I love sprinkling tiny zingers into stories that kids can repeat at the playground, and here are a bunch I actually use when I scribble in the margins of my notes. Short, bouncy, and silly lines work wonders: "The moon forgot its hat tonight—do you have one to lend?" or "If your socks could giggle, they'd hide in the laundry and tickle your toes." Those kinds of quotes invite voices when read aloud and give illustrators a chance to go wild with expressions. For a more adventurous tilt I lean into curiosity and brave small risks: "Maps are just secret drawings waiting to befriend your feet," "Even tiny owls know how to shout 'hello' to new trees," or "Clouds are borrowed blankets—fold them neatly and hand them back with a smile." I like these because they encourage imagination without preaching. When I toss them into a story, I picture a child turning a page and pausing to repeat the line, which keeps the rhythm alive. I also mix in a few reassuring lines for tense or new moments: "Nervous is just excitement wearing a sweater," and "Bravery comes in socks and sometimes in quiet whispers." These feel honest and human while still being whimsical. Bedtime and lullaby-style quotes call for softer textures. I often write refrains like "Count the stars like happy, hopped little beans—one for each sleepy wish," or "The night tucks us in with a thousand tiny bookmarks." For rhyme and read-aloud cadence I enjoy repeating consonants and short beats: "Tip-tap the raindrops, let them drum your hat to sleep." I also love interactive lines that invite a child to answer, such as "If you could borrow a moment, what color would it be?" That turns reading into a game. Honestly, the sweetest part for me is seeing a line land—kids repeating it, parents smiling, artists sketching it bigger, and librarians whispering about it behind the counter. Those tiny echoes are why I keep writing these little sparks, and they still make me grin every time.