The first mills and boon I ever read. It was a second hand one (all fans of mills & boon appreciate second hand mills & boon) which I was given by my mother while on holidays in Thailand when I was 14. It was a slow day so she gave me one of the ones she had read already. From then on I was gone.
Well I was probably gone long before then. I had been in love with one or two books before that time that looking back I realise were romance I just hadn't noticed.
Wicked Desire Now. I read it whenever I can... I ever read it when I can't afford to be spending the time. When I'm not reading it, I'm watching chick flicks, or better yet writing bits and pieces (I'm not a budding author simply bored with an active mills and boon trained imagination).
Why would I consider this a vice? Well apart from being reminded from time to time at church that it is basically equivalent to porn for women. Though I do prefer the old and dusty ones like the one in the picture above which tend to be ridiculously conservative.
Finally, Why would I give it up? I suppose it is like alcoholism (with out the disease association). I can give it up as I have done a couple of times for the benefit of my studies or because I felt bad after church or simply because I found myself feeling a little depressed to be returning to the reality of my life.
But as soon as I try it again. Promising myself that it'll just be one book on a quite Saturday afternoon. It never is... Soon I've spend $10 dollars at the second hand shop (like I said I love the old ones and they come cheap) and lost 2 days in the pages of romance after romance.
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