Why daughters perhaps shouldn’t read romances their moms have written

This morning a funny thing happened.I’m telling DD about the possessive, arrogant, borderline bully who’s the hero of a New Adult book I’m currently reading, and describing a bedroom scene that had me shaking my head… and hoping (out loud) that she (DD) won’t let herself get pushed around by a guy like that any time soon.

DD: “No worries in that respect, Mum.” *pauses* “So, have I told you about the dream I had the other night?”

Me: *stops wiping kitchen cupboards* “Nope.”

DD: “Well, I had this...