I like reading the section on a romance site where other readers are looking for books that they read long ago and cannot remember. I have a good memory and I like to help out when I can. Yet at times, I come across a request that makes me question why someone would ever want to read that book again. It must be the trainwreck factor.
I especially love this one titled “Pizza Delivery Girl gets Sex and Triplets and No Tip”
I am hoping someone on these boards will recognize this book. I read it about five years ago, but it was an old book at the time. I am thinking maybe one of those Candlelight romances. It was a contemporary.
The h is a young college student who works delivering pizza. She makes a delivery where the man is drunk because of some disaster or other in his life. I think his nephew ordered the pizza or something like that, but the H thinks she’s there for him. Although the author never really comes out and says so, you get the impression that the H basically rapes her. When he sobers up and realizes what he has done, (she was a virgin and he remembers that, so she couldn’t be the woman he thought she was) he hires private detectives to find her. Naturally he is older and wealthy so he can do this. She has dropped out of school and disappeared. When he finally finds her more than a year later, she has given birth to triplets, his children, and is struggling and in poor health. He marries her and then the relationship developes and they have an HEA.
Maybe I am naive and there really are escort services that delivers pizza (Domin-ho Pizza?) but WTF kind of plot is that? It’s so horrible that I laugh everytime I see that post. Oh, BTW, if by some happenstance you do know what this book is, contact Brina at the Romantic Times Board and put her out of her misery. Please.
And I am preserving for all posterity this beaut from the AAR boards:
I read this book years ago and I can’t remember the title or author, but i know what it was about. It starts out in England with a girl that just swam in a pond and this man sees her laying naked by the water and he takes advantage of her, she tells her brothers so they make her get married to him and he leaves with her back to america. Long story short she gets sold as a slave, branded as a runaway, kidnapped, mistreated by all sorts of men, but she always ends up with her husband during all this. She gets stranded on a deserted island with him and he treats her like crap, but she loves him anyways and in the end she ends up going back to england with her baby she didn’t tell he had. He goes and finds her, sees his kid and they live happily ever after. I would really like to find this book and author please help me!

I must have no imagination because I can’t imagine a more horrible book . . . well, with the possible exception of Christine Monson’s Stormfire, of course. In my eeeevil imagination, I sometimes wonder if I shouldn’t think of the worst imaginary non-romantic plot that I can think of and post it on the boards and see the others go crazy trying to come up with possible matches. Of course, anyone who knows me reasonably well and have even a modicum of smarts would know that I would be joking.
Bummer.
A horribly scary thing:no matter how wonderful the book you wrote is, when you write a query letter/synopsis, it always sounds just like these. Unpublishable. Unpardonable.
Ray of hope. If someone actually read this missing crap, I’ve got a chance. Thanks for the laugh.
Hi Maggie! I dont know if I necessarily agree. I think that if you have that special talent, you can make anything sound like Pride & Prejudice. (I do admit that not everyone can.) Its sorta like trailers. A really good trailermaker can make crap like Mariah Carey’s GLITTER appear like the next GREASE or CHICAGO.
So, like the adultery thang? Just dont mention it. Pull them in with all your other good points first so you have ‘em hooked by the time they find out
Seton!! How did I only just figure out that you have a blog? This is awesome!
These are too funny! In their defense, it does bother me when I can remember something but can’t contextualize it. And I will admit I occasionally reread something awful just to make myself feel better about my chances of publication! Though I try to remind myself that those are hours I will never get back…
Lindsey! Thanks for stopping by, Baby.
How did I only just figure out that you have a blog?
Cause youre a busy, busy gal