Smut didn’t even exist when I was in high school. I’m pretty sure it was invented by us romance and dark romance readers as our own little secret society. Like a secret code that lets us talk without actually saying, ‘Oh, you mean like choking romance, right?’ Because let me tell you, the looks you get when you say that out loud? Yeah, yikes. It’s like you just suggested they try it at a family reunion.

I can only imagine the looks my family would give me if they found out about some of the book series I’ve read. My grandma would either be rolling in her grave or, honestly, she might be giving me a ghostly high-five. I mean, the woman had more than five kids, so we know she wasn’t exactly sitting around knitting all day. I often wonder if Fabio was the spiciest thing she had access to back in her day—like, that was probably her version of porn. Imagine grandma just clutching that Fabio book to her chest, whispering, “Now this is what I’m talking about.”

I have so many favorite book series I’m dying to talk about, but let’s be real—I’m gonna give you the ‘mom running on three hours of sleep’ version and let you figure the rest out yourself. Since “picking up a book” cough cough Audible… my life has never been the same. Now I’m hooked, but not just on the books… I’m hooked on the idea that I can read about all the things I was too shy to admit, and maybe I’m just a little curious about how far this rabbit hole goes. Who knew Fabio had competition?

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