First, let me reference this: My name is Sylvia…
Then, allow me to reference this: http://wordworking.blogspot.com/2005/02/lipstick-on-pig.html
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The other day I was reading a writing blog; it’s one of my favorite procrastination techniques; and the writer started out telling how some family members don’t respect her because she writes Romance. I could sympathize.
Anyway, the woman went on to clarify that she write not just Romance, but she writes Romantica.
Ha! See? I’m “the woman” who writes “those books”. 
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If you’re not familiar with the term, this is the latest bait-n-switch in the pornography game.
*clear throat* Excuse me?
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Yes, folks, men have long had movies, mags and The Penthouse Forum, now women have ROMANTICA.
Romantica, (why do I always roll my “r” when I say it?) sounds catchy and not seedy and trashy at all. Has a sort of soft-core porn, out-of-focus lens, smooth jazz, satin sheets sort of feel. Gone are the days of, “Come and take me, Big Boy.” Now it’s “Come here, Big Boy, I wanna take you.” I guess sexual manipulation is more virtuous when done by a woman. Mmmm.
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Sex remains one of His most awesome gifts to mankind. In the context of marriage it is the glue that makes it possible to remain faithful to an impossible ideal. Outside of that, it can still be pleasurable, but can quickly sink to depths yet unplumbed.
So when you hear the term Romantica, remember the bait-n-switch is on.
Oh hello, my dear and gentle religious (reader/writer/?), who thinks I’m in collusion with the publishing industry to deliberately deceive the book buying public. How wrong you are. Yes, wrong. You know that smooth jazz, satin sheet sort of feel you reference? I work hard for that. Lush, evocative, lyrical–those are words often used to describe my writing. I sweat and bleed to get it that way. Why? Because I’m writing a LOVE STORY. About two people–a man and a woman. They’re always monogamous, they always fall in love, they always marry. They go on to have children and grandchildren, they have friends and lead normal lives… even in the bedroom.
Romantica means exactly what it implies, a romantic relationship of intense passion. It doesn’t mean pornography. *gritting teeth* It doesn’t mean harsh, emotionless, depraved sex. It doesn’t “sink to depths yet unplumbed”. *growl*
First and foremost, it’s about love and how that manifests itself in physical as well as emotional needs. Because I prefer to call a body part what it should be called instead of euphemisms that make me laugh like “petals”, “plump folds”, “manhood”, “love sword”, 
and the like, doesn’t make my writing dirty or evil. It makes it real.
Before you start questioning my character and accusing me of deliberately attempting to pull a “bait-n-switch” on anyone, read my work. In fact, send me your address and I’ll send you a copy. If you don’t like it after you read it, then feel free to say so, but until then don’t attempt to label my writing sub-genre when you don’t even know what it is.
Here’s another quote from one of her later posts:
“I’ve always thought it’s a bit showy to go to a cafe/bistro/coffeehouse and write. Too urban/urbane. But when you’re desperate, you will try a lot of things.”