When I was a little kid, my Mom was a Harlequin fiend. She’d have a stack of the thin paperbacks she purchased every month from the drug store.
In those days, the typical set up was virginal young woman age 18-21 meets an arrogant man age 33-?, realizes that there’s something attractive under all of that…arrogance, falls in love, and finally kisses (yeah, there was no visiting the hoo-ha in those days). Readers didn’t blink at the 10+ age difference.
A couple of weeks ago, I was reading a blurb for a book about a young college age woman who enters a relationship with a man about 12 years older than her. One of the tags was: taboo.
Another book referenced such a relationship as being “forbidden.”
I smirked. Those used to just be called Harlequin romances.
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