Psst. If you ever run into her, don’t tell her that her old friend writes erotica. There’s probably zero chance the woman I’ll call C will connect the shy conservative she used to hang with with Vonna Harper of the ‘dirty’ books. C is more than a tad judgmental, and I don’t need to listen to her opinion of how I’ve turned out, but a part of me would love to see her expression. Back when her husband and mine were best friends, she knew I was a writer, but then I wrote romances and historicals, not the hot-hot-hot stuff. I’m certain it never occurred to her that I have a dark side. Because despite all the time we spent together, we really didn’t have that much in common, our friendship ran its course, but I think about her from time to time, particularly right now as my latest erotic Her Red Corset hits the electronic stands. Why, you ask and even if you didn’t, please play along because I have a bit of a tale to share about why I wrote Her Red Corset. To give you the short explanation, the story takes place on the second floor of…