In my previous post, I made the pledge to read more romance novels while diving into more Beverly Jenkins books. So I’ve decided to dedicate the ENTIRE month of February to the queen of Black romance. And I do mean the ENTIRE month. I just wanted to jam-pack my psyche with over-the-top, gushy, steamy romance tales. The goal? To melt the icy cynicism I’d developed when it came to love, romance, capitalism, and well… sucky men from my past. (Don’t…
