I have to confess something. Don’t judge me, but I hate how romance novels sometimes leave me craving for more. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love most of the things about our romance genre, the tension between the characters, their slow evolution, and their journey towards each other. But let’s be honest, those are not the real reasons why we end up picking these books one after the other and stay up reading them most nights. The stories are great and all, but we need the action, the satisfactory conclusion to the slow build-up we suffered through the words. Yes, I am talking about the sex scenes, to be crass but clear.