While on vacation, I visited a used bookstore that specialized in paperbacks, mostly genre fiction. I picked up a half dozen older romance novels for $3.00, which was a bargain. Among them were two that I remembered fondly – Waiting for Nick by Nora Roberts (back when she still wrote for HQN/Silhouette) and Body Check by Deidre Martin (hockey-set romance).
I kind of wish I had left them on the shelf, untouched and remembered fondly. Neither has aged particularly well. Now I think Freddie is a spoiled twit and the smoking hero is a giant nope. The misogyny and profoundly selfish hero in Body Check really bothered me – not sure how I thought that was an HEA back when. [I knew a lot less about hockey when I first read that book. I have opinions about a lot of the substance and background now that I did not have then.]