Yeah, my aunt tried to get me into the JD Robb books, and so did the guy (yes, a guy -- my high school chem teacher no less) who got me into the Vorkosigan books. And eugh. The whole package just didn't work for me. The crimes were too bloody and the sex was too goofy and Roarke didn't make me swoon, he just made me roll my eyes, and Eve (and her issues) just didn't gel for me. She in no way struck me as even remotely realistic.

But then again, we are talking about Nora Roberts.