Never read trashy romance novels on the day before Valentine. Especially with much bursting-at-the-bodice-ripping-off-shirt-friction-pressure-heat action. Actualy if it was just that, it would be fine. But no, they'll have a nice, believable Hollywood romantic comedy script running alongside. The kind that makes you all moo-eyed and moronic. Where the dark-eyed one with cheekbones sharp enough to slice diamonds feeds you nummy things under the stars.
You are looking at an ex-Mills and boons addict. I OD-ied on that crap, especially the ones with adorable kids running about in the middle of the pages. And then I grew up. But sometimes, just sometimes I wish it were all that simple in my head again. Happy Valentine's Day