So I’m reading Aflame by Penelope Douglas (don’t judge me, I got it from the library, okay?!) and am amused at the new version of the Gently Used Heroine. I’ve seen it a few times before in Harlequin Presents, which tend to be the most conservative of all non-Christian romances in terms of the heroine’s sexual experience: in the last several years, they’re just barely starting to include heroines who have sex with another man after a break up with the hero… as long as it’s no more than one, doesn’t last long, and they don’t really enjoy it.
This version isn’t quite that bad and I’ll give the author some small props for including it at all, in a series focusing entirely on insanely possessive man-whore heroes. (Though of course, she’s the one who created those characters and scenarios to begin with. Following my Linda Howard/Diana Palmer Law that even the most sensitive, caring male character must be a total and complete asshole when he gets his own book.) But it fits so neatly into the new and improved Gently Used Heroine category, I just had to laugh.