When I was a naïve scholar of thirty-two, I was asked to edit a romance novel for a well-loved author in the south. This being my very first romance novel—ever—to crack the covers of— let alone, read/edit—I propped myself up on a pile of pillows and set out into unchartered waters with wonder and awe by the soft glow of my book light. Astounded by hunks of burning love and heaving bosoms, sexual tension racketed up, and “goodness, how many […]
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