Friends, a while ago, The Man and I read Bad Boy With Benefits by Cynthia St. Aubin—a Harlequin Desire novel. It’s a goodie. We enjoyed it. Plus there’s a distillery in it. Not that I need a whisky—unless, of course, you’re offering—but the setting is fantastic, the main characters have a sizzling connection, AND (this, for me, is OPTIMALLY exciting) Law, the cowboy protagonist, has a book on his shelf about intersectional feminism.
One thing. Just a book. Just a dog-darn spine of a book.
But for all the leeway I am prepared to give the magical and miraculous genre of romance, knowing that a bloke in a cowboy hat who runs a distillery has a book on his shelf about intersectional feminism makes my queer, nonbinary Brit knees tremble in the best of ways.
Intersectional feminism? I’m like a dog with a bone and a log fire.
The dog is well, by the way, IN FRONT of the log fire, because animal rights make my knees tremble too and I’m not going to get a reputation for being a nonbinary person who wants rights for all except dogs.
Glad we got that sorted. Hope you’re having the most romantic of days!
Romancey Pants 
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