In which Janette begs for romance--wait, will that title get me blocked in filters?

When I was a teenager I used to love to read romances. Seriously, I was a Harlequin addict. I thought men were supposed to be tall, dark, and brooding. Now I have stacks of YA books to read (have to keep current on the genre) and a stack of books my friends have written (because my friends are cool) and, oh yeah, I'm supposed to be writing books not reading them.

Still, I love romance. I miss romance. I don't read contemporary romances because most of them are hot enough that they singe your ...