“Not looking up at me, his smile widened. “I’m reading your porn.”Smacking his foot as I walked by, I scoffed, “That’s not porn…it’s romance.”
“Erotica is not porn. It's explicit romance.”
“I’ve never seen a man go after a woman like that. Holy sh*t, it’s like porn with the romance.”
“Frankly, I don’t think I could hang out with you if you weren’t the vice type of guy.”“Well then, you’ll be pleased to know that I’m still drinking and I’m still wanking to porn.”“That’s my boy,”
“It’s like I have no idea who I am anymore,” said Tristan. “Who the hell was that?”“I don’t know, but he’s like…the porn fairy…and I’m not letting him get away.”
“The rest of 2012's big winners are romances, all but one (The Lucky One, by Nicholas Sparks) of the sexed-up genre now known as "mommy-porn.”