I used to devour Harlequin books (at first very old HP's, later Temptations, Desires and Blazes) starting when I was a young teenager, until about early in my twenties.
I bought them secondhand for €1, and always got the ones that had 3 books in them (the Dutch Harlequin publisher often prints different books in one edition). They were my cure for heartbreak (I would bury myself in bed with 10 Harlequins, weep and read through my tears and weep at all the romance again. After the weekend I'd be over the heartbreak and all happy again.
My father loathed that I read 'crap like Harlequins' and we had epic fights about them which are still an undercurrent in our relationship now, and the base of my fervent stance that nobody should ever be judged for what they like to read/watch/listen to.
I've been moving quite a lot lately, so it's getting time to get rid of them, and while I don't really want to (I love how they look on my library) I really can't keep them all around forever.
Still, they feel like old friends, so as a way of remembering them, I'm logging them down in Goodreads slowly.
Most of them are craptastic or hilarious in their contrived plots, or simply bad, bad, bad. A lot of them are typical mediochre category romance, with billionaires a-plenty and hot wanton virgins. Some of them though, I absolutely loved, and love still. I never looked at authors when buying them, because the translation thing pretty much made the style universal, so I only cared if the plot sounded ok. It's been such a surprise to find out the authors behind the books I loved most, and this one was the biggest surprise, because I adore Singhs Psy-Changeling series, and I'd never have thought I actually owned one of her categories (didn't even know she had written those).
I should have known though, because the plot is very much Singh. With the giant, strong and slightly over-protective alpha-male who's all about safety and family and taking care. With the strong female who can take care of herself perfectly well, but learns to lean on others once and a while.
The plot is great. Years ago Taylor and Jackson were terribly attracted to each other (without knowing it from the other), both on the physical and personal front. However, Jackson was married, he was Taylor's boss, and Taylor had severe relationship issues thanks to an abusive childhood. So without ever doing something about the attraction, Taylor switched jobs so she could walk away from temptation and heartbreak.
Now Jackson is a widower, and he bumps in into Taylor who's just been robbed, so of course he takes care of her that evening, get mixed up in each others life and before Taylor realizes it Jackson makes a marriage of convenience offer (which surprisingly totally makes sense in the story).
And so starts the beauty.
It's a story of healing really. Both Jackson and Taylor have a lot of sadness and pain in their past, and it's all purged slowly and beautifully as these people learn to trust each other.
As someone with a rocky sexual past herself, I think this book deals really well (for a category) with the physical part of getting over trauma. The sex was hot yes, but also a bit practical and with a lot of communication and patience, patience, patience. I loved that realism, and could feel the care through the pages. I think that's the biggest reason I love this book.
There's a lot of other interesting stuff going on as well (the custody thing for Taylor's brother, the whole papparazzi thing, and all the stuff about Jackson's dead wife), but it's all used to show how these two people have loved each other for years, love each other still, but are so hurt and scared that it takes a whole lot before they can admit it to themselves. It's lovely to read.
I'm pretty sure I've read it more than 20 times. I know that's more because of the period when I first got it than because of the quality of the book, but still. I love this book with all my heart, and for a category romance, with it's limited page number, this is a great, great contemporary romance.