I started reading romance novels back in the late 1980’s when I fell in with the wrong crowd in college. We were rebels. We read romances instead of watching soap operas. And we smoked. Rebels, I tell you. The late 1980’s was a tough time for the Romance genre. The bodice rippers of Kathleen Woodiwiss and Rosemary Rodgers were becoming dated, but the genre (or publishers of the genre) still weren’t comfortable with a woman having independent sexual desires. Date rape and marital rape were […]