Oh, Romance Novels, how I love thee. Seriously. I inherited my love of romance novels from my grandmother. I remember sleeping over her house as a child, and sneaking a romance novel out to her porch or under the bed covers to read. Boy, was I ever enlightened about a few things!
And here I am, fifteen years later, with a bookshelf filled to bursting with romance novels. And that does not include the box of romance novels in the closet, the dozen or so romance novels scattered at my mother’s house, and the two hundred or so romance novels I gave away a year ago.
I love romance novels because of all of the romance, as well as intrigue and mysteries and other things that are intertwined with the love, romance and sex in romance novels. Romance is important. When I think of romance and my husband, I think of the times he has baked me a cake. It’s silly, but I love when he bakes me a cake, and takes the time to decorate it. Just the other day he baked and decorated a cake for our “Octoberversary” (you can read more about that at jenn.nu).
Romance keeps relationships alive.
And romance novels? They make my heart jump for joy. Literally!
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My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a six year old daughter named 
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