I know you’re reading that headline and wondering why I’m stating the obvious. The short answer is because it apparently needs to be stated.

Yesterday,  Erin and I were in our Philadelphia office doing a long, brutal edit on The Art of Three, which we now love and makes us cry from things other than exhaustion.

If you follow me on Twitter, you’ve probably seen me tweet about this book. It has a 48-year-old heroine, an MMF poly triad, pregnant lesbians, a woman with Down Syndrome who gets engaged, adult children confronting their parents on their failures, awkward best friends, nosy neighbors, difficult exes, and a dog named Vegetables. Also a Christmas wedding, a crumbling farmhouse in Spain, some London glitz, and Ireland’s #HomeToVote.

Which is to say, I really love this utter madhouse of a book, which feels like my life — with its interconnections and history and endlessly bizarre logistics — while being nothing like my life at all.

While Erin and I were working on it yesterday (we’re hoping to get it into submission this week), there was a multipronged Romancelandia kerfluffle re: bisexual romance that I actually restrained myself from getting involved in (a first, I know).

Today, after the fact, I’ve been obviously tempted to right a long thing about this issue. For one, bisexual romance is obviously real because bisexual people have romances with people of all genders and sexes in a range of relationship styles. Bi people and characters aren’t more or less bi because of who they are (or are not) in a relationship with at a given time.

Sometimes Erin and I get email from people who want warnings if any female sexuality is going to show up in our books. While we’re super into letting people know what’s in the tin so they can make the best reading decisions they can, no we’re not going to give you page numbers so you can avoid the “icky girl bits” (yes, actual request in an actual email).

We’re disappointed to hear that a site run by some very well-known and high-profile romance authors published a piece that claimed bisexual romance didn’t exist. Just as we’re disappointed to hear that the organizer of an LGBT romance conference faced questions as to whether the event’s selected guests (each and every one of them representing at least one of those letters) were queer “enough.”

I hope that most of us can agree things like this are harmful, archaic, and frankly, a little embarrassing.
If you’re looking for bisexual romance, our books Starling, Doves, Phoenix contain lots of bi characters; our novellas Midsummer and Twelfth Night are driven by them.

And as you can see by yesterday’s editing adventures, there’s more to come.