Recently, I've been reading novels by a local Louisville author who writes well-constructed romantic thrillers - good love stories with a serial killer or rapist or spy thrown in. I enjoy them and get the romance experience without the guilt of reading a trashy, slutty romance novel that has no real plot. Somehow the existence of the cops and robbers part gives the books some dignity. And they don't have mostly naked people on the cover that I'd have to try to hide in public.
So when I found some other books written by her (ages ago) at a nearby used book store, I snatched them up - all 15 or so. (I am one of their best customers.) As I've noticed with many authors, she definitely is a better writer today than she was at the beginning of her career, but still much better than the average romance author.
What I don't understand is what on earth, as a woman, she was thinking writing about young (usually 17 or so) girls who fall in love with criminals or men who RAPE them (but they really liked it). And most of them -men and women- are married and cheating (but that's okay because the spouse paid for their abduction or the spouse is really an evil person who is only interested in their fortune...). How can a female person write about rape as a romantic thing?!?!?!
I love her recent books. She is an excellent writer. But I cannot give her name here and send her the publicity in good conscience.
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