Yes, it’s a romance. It’s even *gasp*, a Harlequin romance. I like to read these once in a while, if only in homage to my grandmother, who reads nothing but Harlequins with covers featuring Fabio look-a-likes dipping the beauty and planting a kiss between her volumputous bosoms. Anyway, Sandra Brown has made it onto my acceptable list of romance authors, if only because her plots aren’t completely implausible. I had a little bit of an issue with them getting married 2 weeks after they met, but I’m not really looking for believability when I’m reading something published by Harlequin.
