Cheri Reviews The Art of Mapmaking by Thalia Fand

I don’t normally review erotic romance because it’s rare that I read it anymore. But I received a request from the author along with a free copy from audible. I do have a weakness for audiobooks. I also have affection for Dog Ear Audio, the publisher of the audiobook, so I figured I’d give it a shot. If I didn’t like it, I’d only be out a couple of hours but if I did, I’d enjoy myself and give a bit of exposure for a new author (I think. I haven’t checked if she’s written more) and Karen Wolfer’s great company.

The Art of Mapmaking is a short erotic romance that takes the reader from Sara’s dreams of seducing intelligent and attractive performer Casey to their coming true. I don’t want to say too much since the entire book is less than 2.5 hours long.

I was happy to get to see some relationship development before the sex started. I liked both of these women and was happy that they get together. I don’t think that’s a spoiler since, hello, it’s a romance. The sex was well done and we got more buildup than I thought there would be, which was a nice surprise.

I have to say that having someone act out sex in an audiobook is something that may take me a while to get used to. The narrator, Marie Debonair, did a great job. I felt like a voyeur and, because I have a strange affliction, giggled and laughed at every “pussy” mention. The moans and shudders and climactic exclamations were awesome and very authentic sounding. I kept thinking that if it had been me recording it, it would have taken hours because I’d have been on the ground laughing.

So, bottom line, I think anyone who enjoys erotic lesbian fiction will enjoy The Art of Mapmaking.

You can download a sample or purchase The Art of Mapmaking by clicking here. Click here to listen to a sample of the audio.


  1. I never thought about it before, but it makes sense to have all the … erm … sound effects included in erotica audiobooks! 😀 (do we call ’em abooks?)

    P.S. It’s so cool that you giggled!

    • I have some sort of rare affliction that causes me to blush and giggle when the word “pussy” is used. Several of my friends nearly had me desensitized to it a few years ago but it’s been a long time since I’ve read – or in this case, heard – it and I was right back to blushing and giggling. Which then made me laugh at my own ridiculousness. And, of course, made the story more fun.

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