I wondered what could be so great about those pint-sized books featuring passionately-embraced white couples with long hair and toned muscles. ![]() My aunt kept stacks upon stacks in her bedroom and the backseat of her Jeep, where they'd slide around during car rides, tempting me as a young, nosy bookworm. I'd barely hit puberty when I discovered my first Harlequin romance novel.
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