Crow crap

Periodically I take a quick romp through romance. This is something I've done since high school really. Once in a while I simply enjoy that lovely story about a girl who meets a boy, the initial attraction, the delay caused by something, overcoming the delay only to be torn apart by fate at which point they finally come together in a surge of passion and love and rainbows. Ms. Crow's trilogy of m/m romance titled something like Scarlet & the White Wolf is an outrage. To begin with, who puts an ampersand in a book title? WTF? Secondly, here is a newsflash: gay men who are attracted to each other have sex. They don't stand around in their red capes with the wind whipping their long locks looking longingly at each other. The culmination of volume one is a kiss? Are you kidding? I got as far as the handjob in the middle of volume two and had to throw the books away. Please, keep writing about lesbians or puppies or whatever it is you're good at and leave men alone.