I was idly wandering through Borders the other day, trying to distance myself from the embarrassingly nerdy sci-fi books my husband was browsing, when I stumbled upon a veritable goldmine of blog material. I took hurried photos with my phone, hoping they'd be adequate, but alas, a combination of low light and blurriness resulting from my stifled laughter made the photos unusable. I had no choice but to go back with a real camera a few days later and try to take more photos without anyone noticing - or judging.
Here's a taste:
Romance novels have really changed since the last time I looked at them. (Admittedly, that was about 15 years ago, when I flipped through one I found in my grandmother's guest room.) Apparently, the romance label is not enough anymore, so subsets within the genre have been created:
Still can't make up your mind? Don't worry - additional sub-genres will help you decide:
Want even more romance? Then here's the sub-sub-genre for you:
And, if you're an adventurous, sporty type of gal:
I don't even know what to say. Really, I've got nothing for this one. Take a look at the books, though:
Oh. Baby. Be still my heart. Don't you just love the Superman undertones?
A leather jacket and a car engine? Looks like someone's been watching too much Grease. Craving something a little more outdoorsy?
Sticking with the "Intrigue" theme:
Mmm, hunky. I like the hint of werewolf. No idea what "Maximum men" means, though.
But if you prefer career-minded leading men:
For the gold-digging romance reader.
For the single mother romance reader. Also, it looks like these books are also divided by region - this looks to be part of the Atlanta Heroes series. Does this mean the other servicemen also get their own secret babies?
For the Cinderella romance reader.
See? How could I not share this? If you want to experience it for yourself, the endcap is in downstairs level of the Borders on Michigan Avenue, opposite Water Tower Place in Chicago.