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Have you heard the term? I heard it first in relation to fanfic (shhh!), but it essentially means a kink you love no matter what. Secret babies stories make you bounce up and down? Tortured heroes with scars? Bulletproof kinks.

Mine is … well, not really a kink, actually. And it’s not usually a romance thing, either, although I wish it were. But the other day I realized that one of my bulletproof kinks, for lack of a better term, is ballet.

I am a complete sucker for a toe shoe. For the music and the romance, the costumes, the sweat, the whole “otherness” of that life. (Yes, I read Gelsey Kirkland’s autobiography way too young, and no, it didn’t have quite the intended effect.) If there’s ballet in a movie or a book, I’m there. I watched (with great pleasure, I might add) the incredible cheesiness of Center Stage the other night on Oxygen. (Peter Gallagher as the ballet troupe’s director and choreographer! I ask you!) And when I say with great pleasure, I mean I watched every minute, bad dialogue, lame characterization, unbearably predictable plot, and all. I’ve seen The Turning Point and The Company and Save the Last Dance, and I still own a much loved copy of a quintessential ballet novel, Ballerina, that came out in the late 1970s.

It’s a sickness, what can I say? In fact, one of my heroines in I Love You to Death is a former ballet dancer. (I’ll grant you that a male ballet dancer is not quite my idea of the perfect hero, but I’ll also say that in Center Stage, the scene with the male principal dancing to non-classical music in an exercise class was hotter than the surface of the sun, I swear.)

So, no, I don’t find much of this particular obsession interest of mine in romance, but there are plenty of romances that I will read even if I don’t know the author. Stuck in a cabin together? I’m there. Brooding historical hero with a big secret (or, even better, some kind of truly sympathetic vengeance thing going on)? I must have it. A romance where the either the heroine or the hero has to be nursed back to health by the other? Ohmigod, am I ever there.

What about you? What’s the thing (or things!) you can’t resist when it comes to romance?