Sidney R. Seltzer, a former science teacher, says he is proud of the writing in the Soaps & Serials series of books he publishes. His former colleagues in the English department might not agree.
Here's a series of books in which characters drive off to the office and then, five pages later, are still sitting at the breakfast table. Secretaries serve sandwiches during early-morning meetings. Pronouns have a tendency to wander off from their antecedents. ("Pam started upstairs after Lucy. There was no way to ignore her, looking the way she did in that dress of hers.")
Character development is -- well -- a bit fuzzy: "Dr. Harlan Danvers looked like a cross between an old-fashioned country doctor and a successful neurosurgeon. In fact, he was both." And scene setting isn't much better. "One after another, women of impossible beauty posed in front of her then disappeared, only to reappear minutes later in completely different outfits, equally alluring."
Then there are the obligatory falling-in-lust scenes: "A shudder of pleasure ran through Lucy from head to toe as she gazed into Willie's eyes. She knew she was about to give hereself to him as she had never given herself to any man before. She had had lovers, but never the sense of romance, of adverture, of abandon . . . oh God, he was nibbling on her ear . . . she could hear herself panting, feel the hammer beating inside her chest . . ."
D. H. Lawrence's place in literary history is quite safe. So, for that matter, is Harold Robbins's.