Romance is in my veins. I started devouring Harlequin novels in Brazil when I was thirteen, and at the age of eighteen I was translating them. Then, years later, I parted my ways with romance to dedicate my reading time exclusively to “serious” literature.
When I decided to write my first novel, though, there was no question it would be romance. While working on RED: A Love Story, I reconnected with the genre and read a number of erotic novels for reference. I was surprised at how things had changed since I last held a steamy book in my hands: now things were bold, kinky, edgy. Hot hot hot! Continue reading Romance heroines enjoy sexual freedom like never before. Do they?