A
Abby Green
I've been hooked on romance novels for as long as I can remember, and it all started one day in my grandmother's bedroom in the west of Ireland where I spent all my summer holidays. She had taken one of the distinctive rose-emblemed books out of the library, and being a voracious reader of everything and anything, I devoured it in one sitting. It could have been a Penny Jordan, or a Sally Wentworth, I can't remember now. All I can remember is being swept away into a story that was passionate and...