Trashy trashy bodice rippers like

'Ransom my heart' by Meg Cabot and, worse, Judith Mcnaught books with titles like 'Whitney my love'. Gag.

In fact I don't really like these, they irritate me, but sometimes you just need to read some really trashy, pathetic, sappy book like that, full of tiny beautiful, kind heroines who need a bad tempered, older, dark and brooding (who is naturally a sex god in bed), man, who they reform. I hate these books, the story is always the same, and the characters awful, but... I do admit to owning a few and reading them occasionally when I feel the need *blush*