Heidi Hart
By day, I'm a domestic violence prosecutor. By night, I read romance to restore my faith in love, relationships, and humanity in general.
Swept Up by the Book Squee (though I totally know better)
This series is cracktastic: I like it a lot, while I'm reading, I'm transported, but when I put the book down and reflect on it rationally, I know it's just glorified Twilight-spawn. (Glorified because the author, Deborah Harkness, is a history professor rather than a Mormon hausfrau with a laptop and a dream.) Diana is a total Mary Sue, supposedly a genius scholar despite being Too Stupid To Live and a brilliant witch even though she can't do the most basic spells. Matthew is infuriatingly aloof and overbearing. They do supernatural yoga together, which is just too twee. Harkness also devotes an unforgivable amount to text to telling us about Diana's wardrobe and dining decisions, without any relevance to the plot. I can't actually explain what I like about this, but while I'm reading, it feels so good!