It's like having one's psyche massaged and buffed with a polish. I get impressions of overwhelming pink when reading these stories, I wonder if the authors love that pink.
Curses, castles, magic, fate, normally I'm not into that kind of stuff, and I never go for the guys that have coiling muscles. In fact sometimes I end up picturing coils of rope or a reptile instead of a hunk.
It's still fun.
