British author
Erika Mitchell (born 7 March 1963), known by her pen name E. L. James, is a British author. She wrote the best-selling erotic romance trilogy Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades Darker, and Fifty Shades Freed, along with the companion novels Grey: Fifty Shades of Grey as Told by Christian, Darker: Fifty Shades Darker as Told by Christian, and Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as Told by Christian. Prior to this, she wrote the Twilight fan fiction "Master of the Universe" that served as the basis for the Fifty Shades trilogy under the web name Snowqueens Icedragon. In 2019, her first book to not be a part of the Fifty Shades trilogy, The Mister, was published, to negative critical reception.
The Fifty Shades novels have sold over 125 million copies worldwide, over 35 million copies in the United States and set the record in the United Kingdom as the fastest selling paperback of all time. In 2012, Time magazine named her one of "The World's 100 Most Influential People." The novels were subsequently adapted into the films Fifty Shades of Grey, Fifty Shades Darker, and Fifty Shades Fre
WomanPassionWomen basically want the same thing - a good passionate story, a great fantasy - and for our partners to do the laundry and the washing up.
It's the fantasy of first love. If you've been married for 400 years, as I have, it's nice to experience first love again and you can vicariously through a book. And it is such a fantasy. It takes you away from doing the dishes and the laundry. I think of this as a contemporary romance rather than erotic fiction.
God forbid that women have fantasies.
All a writer wants is to be read, and people are so flattering and lovely. I mean, there are witches out there as well. But most are so kind.
I don't think [Fifty Shades of Grey is] a model for anything. Except maybe in bed.
Once you're in charge of your job, your house, your children, getting the food on the table, doing all of this, all of the time, it'd be nice for someone else to be in charge for a bit maybe.
I really like clever men who challenge you.
My inner goddes has her sequins on and is warming up to dance the rumba.
I think women love to read love stories.
I'm looking forward to getting back to my house and my Ugg boots and not washing sometimes, and getting back to writing.
I think virgins are far more interesting to write about. If we've been around the block a few times, we know what to expect. Not so with virgins.
If you've been married for 400 years, as I have, it's nice to experience first love again and you can vicariously through a book.
A controlling man, surely a mythical creature?
Any relationship that you have is about negotiation - anything - whether there is a written contract or not.
People are talking about sex. They're talking about sex with their husbands. They're talking about sex with their girlfriends. They're talking about sex with their partners. And because of all of this communication, women are having much more intimate relationships, which is fantastic.
I cannot be with someone who takes pleasure in inflicting pain on me, someone who can't love me
So you've just slept with him, given him your virginity, a man who doesn't love you. In fact, he has odd ideas about you, wants to make you some sort of kinky sex slave.
Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Perhaps I've spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.
The candle flame is too hot. It flickers and dances in the over-warm breeze, a breeze that brings no respite from the heat. Soft gossamer wings flutter to and fro in the dark, sprinkling dusty scaled in the circle of light. I'm struggling to resist, but I'm drawn. And then it's to bright, and I am flying too close to the sun, dazzled by the light, fried and melting from the heat, weary in my endeavers to stay airborn. I am so warm. The heat... It's stiffling, overpowering. It wakes me.
I've set the bar quite high in terms of storytelling.
Don't get your panties in such a twist... and give me back mine.
I'm not a great writer.
I came up with a story and I wrote it.
Men aren't really complicated. They are very simple, literal creatures. They usually mean what they say. And we spend hours trying to analyze what they've said, when really it's obvious.
Language evolves and moves on. It is an organic thing. It is not stuck in an ivory tower, hung with expensive works of art.
The best person to write for is yourself—and what better place to start than in a journal.
It's much easier to wear your pain on the outside.
There's a very fine line between pleasure and pain. They are two sides of the same coin, one not existing without the other.
I do not look at the world in terms of black and white - and I find people who do rather scary. I think it's all shades of grey.
It's very hard to grow up in a perfect family when you're not perfect.
I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.
Never trust a man who can dance.