I just finished Part I, "Nymphs." Based on what I've seen so far, The Voyages of Sirenia may be the most perfect series ever written for those who:
1. Like explicit erotic fiction,
2. Are interested enough in and knowledgeable enough about sailboats not to get completely confused when author Bonita Day throws around what would otherwise be dense and opaque nautical terminology, and
3. Prefer strong, smart, independent, unconventional and self-deterministic female characters who take the lead (in every sense).
So yes, this is certainly a niche within a niche — if you don't happen to fall within the overlapping circles of that Venn diagram, this book might not speak to you. If you do, however, it will smack you right in the face, or perhaps grab rather than smack, and perhaps in a more southerly anatomic region. It might even bring to life a few of your favorite fantasies (or memories). If at least two of the items above do not apply to you, on the other hand, this is probably not the series for you.
For me, plausibility is extremely important in any kind of fiction, erotic or otherwise. It's difficult to get emotionally (or sensually) invested in the action when it doesn't feel authentic. I have always said that impossible is fine; implausible is inexcusable. I am absolutely willing to suspend my disbelief for things like time travel, a hacker breaking into NORAD by himself in five minutes, or loud, fiery explosions in space. But if the characters' behavior, decisions and dialogue aren't believable, forget it; I'm out. (Anyone who has read my blogs has endured me ranting about this before.)
That's why I really respect the fact that Ms. Day pours a great deal of realistic detail into the setting and premise. If you aren't familiar with the social dynamics of a boatyard or a marina, or the peculiar species of human who is drawn to the liveaboard life, it might not mean a lot to you. But if you are, you will really appreciate the accuracy with which she paints an insider portrait of the bohemian vagabonds, dock bums, restless spirits, big egos, and other eccentric personalities that populate this world. She engineers a scenario configured in such a way that what transpires is absolutely believable -- and therefore, hot. This is not to say that you have to slog through pages and pages of exposition before getting to the good stuff. Be patient while she establishes the facts, and very soon bras will be unhooked.
Fisher, a competent and experienced woman of the sea, has inherited a 41' Morgan Classic and enough money to live a life of oceanborne freedom. (I know, I know -- I'm thinking the same thing: I just came, too.) She is being joined by her friends V (Veronica) and Bon (Bonnie). There is wine, there is pot, there is a game of Truth or Dare by the glow of a kerosene trawler lantern, and sapphic interludes ensue. Boatyard worker Casey (Case) provides the young stud factor and George, the grouchy rum-drinking pervert in the boat next door, adds an element of voyeurism/exhibitionism.
I was concerned that the pick-a-path thing was going to feel gimmicky and unnecessary — or worse, clumsy and incompatible with the sexy tone — especially since the choose-your-own-adventure books I knew as a kid often had "right" and "wrong" options, like a video game, with one choice that would allow the story to continue and another that would lead to your demise. How could this format not interrupt the flow?
The answer is that the breaks are diamond-shaped instead of Y-shaped; rather than forking and branching like highways leading to destinations that are farther and farther apart, the narrative splits into parallel tracks that then merge again downstream. One version, for instance, tells the story from one character's point of view. Another version contains essentially the same events, but from a different perspective. Or in one storyline something sexy happens while in another the participants only fantasize about it, building up the tension for future scenes. Or the reader can select which body part receives attention.
This structure offers intriguing possibilities. I'll be curious to see what Ms. Day does with it in upcoming editions. She might, for example, provide one situation where the encounter is vanilla, another where it is a little bit kinky, and a third that is hardcore fetish play. Readers turned off or freaked out by the more extreme activities could avoid searing their eyeballs and readers bored by normal sex don't have to waste their time yawning through a sequence with neither riding crops nor strap-ons. (One thing about sailboats: they have lots of rope on board, and sailors are very good with knots.)
Finally, getting back to item #3 above, I really like the way all the sex is 100% consensual and pleasurable for everyone involved; there is nothing at all demeaning, degrading, insensitive, threatening or exploitative. An atmosphere of safety and mutual trust permeates the cabin.
I call this first stage of the experiment a sexy success, and I eagerly await the next installment.