I confess. My teenage self used to be a book snob…in a nerdy way. No freakin’ way would you catch me reading a romance. If it didn’t have swords, magic, and adventure, forget it. And I admit it, I thought anyone who read a romance had to be a fluff-headed girly-girl whose highest aspirations included wedding bells and a clan of ankle-biters. Marital bliss. Pfft.
I knew nothing.
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