Friends, Romans, Fl*sters let there be joy unconfined! For after a long drought of not buying or reading books I made a wee purchase.  I brought myself a little something for my Kindle, and at first I was guilty even mortified by this purchase.....because *gulp* it seems I have brought a romantic novel!

Now anyone who knows me, will testify that I try my best to fly against the convention that women love romance!  For instance I won't watch Rom coms. or weepies. I can't be doing with the coy glances and heaving bosoms so beloved of the romantic genre. It's just a quirk of mine, something that I thought I'd never succumb to.  I was too strong to be seduced by love stories, and steadfastly stuck to my love of Sc-Fi, and things that go bump in the night (If Dean ever feels the urge to go bump with me, then baby I'm there!).

Then as I flicked through my J2 filled Kindle, a realization dawned.  I've been bloody reading and oh my god, actually writing a form romantic fiction (with a fair bit of porn thrown in) for several years!  Shocked! I was gobbsmacked, when the hell did that happen? When did I get all mushy? Because let's be fair, I've been reading about two people falling in love and I never blood noticed.

once I calmed down and actually accepted that yes, it does seem I'm female after all (there have been a few doubts expressed about that). So I stopped feling all twicthy and I made my purchase, and I totally blame all the pictures of a certain Sam Heughan in his kilt for this.  I brought Cross Stich the first Outlander book.  It seems I might be a closet romantic after all *G*