I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
Every once in awhile I pick up a romance and give it a try, because I'm sure as popular as the genre is there must be some out there I'll enjoy. I'd been meaning to try Jill Shalvis' work for awhile when I was doing some librarian work and stumbled across Get a Clue. It seemed perfect for me to try: a romance built around a murder mystery in the middle of a snow storm.
Verdict: Eh, so-so. I liked all the characters a lot, the mystery was actually pretty good, the setting fantastically created. The sex scenes were steamy. But the main character, Breanne... I got thoroughly tired of reading her declarations of "no more men" while simultaneously jumping into Cooper's arms, or bed, or climbing him like a tree, or pulling him into a convenient closet. I have a low tolerance for hypocrisy and she was drowning in it.
I'll definitely read Ms. Shalvis' work again though; there was definitely enough to like to try again.