These books left me with a negative view of the "romance" genre and a low opinion of my mom's reading preferences. Then the inevitable happened. I ran out of books...again! (Thank God today for e-readers and e-books.) My mom's stack of books beckoned to me, but wary from my previous experience, I tried re-reading my own books. Very few books are good enough for me to enjoy re-reading them and I soon turned to my mom's stack with a resigned sigh.
Instead of a repeat of my last experience, my mind was blown thanks to the books by Nora Roberts, Christine Feehan and Jayne Castle/Jayne Ann Krentz that happened to be in that fated stack of my mom's library books.
Until the last few years, I didn't even admit to the guilty pleasure of reading romance novels because of people who think like this:
Then this idea for a paranormal romance came to me one night in a dream. It's a really good idea and I REALLY want to publish it.