You might have heard that there are books about, how does one put this delicately, women being… taken by dinosaurs as part of Amazon’s incredibly diverse self-publishing market. They’re a small niche largely filled by one Christie Sims, who seems to specialize in putting out short stories about tender maidens being ravished by dinosaurs, fantasy creatures, werewolves, demons, centaurs… basically if it’s an animal that doesn’t exist, a human who turns into some form of animal, or an animal that’s been dead for millions of years, she’s written about it and a woman.
Sims, for her part, has a simple author bio:
“Hi! I’m just a plain old, everyday Midwestern girl that lives a normal life. However, while my outward tastes are relatively simple, my inner thoughts are filled with lusty thoughts of big, strong, powerful monsters having their way with beautiful maidens. Almost all of my stories fall under the Monster Sex genre, and come from the inner desires that spring from my mind.”
I’m not here to make fun of Sims’ personal tastes; after all, writing stories about being ridden by centaurs may be a wee bit odd, but it’s also as harmless as fetishes get. She doesn’t have a bunch of dinosaurs locked in her basement. Whoever Sims really is, she’s probably an absolutely normal person who pays her rent and has a clean arrest record, and just happens to have a taste for this kind of thing. And, hey, she’s getting paid for it. She’s probably getting paid a lot considering her stuff is so out there in terms of content it’s been getting blog coverage.
That said, I did spend the three dollars to buy T-Rex Troubles and give it a read. If I’m being constructive, let’s just say Sims has a distinct goal for her fiction and an enthusiasm for it that’s obvious, but that she’s not exactly going to bump Danielle Steele off the bestseller lists in terms of plot construction and language.
On the other hand, I enjoyed it more than Twilight and Fifty Shades of Gray put together, so draw your own conclusions.