Mainly the paperbacks contained the identical stories as the hardbacks but I found one with a lurid cover depicting a half naked woman in a satin gown. I held my palm over the embarrassing cover when I checked the book out and I read the story that night. Over the next few weeks, I read more of the same. Gasp. Romance with sex, and mainly written by American authors who used enterprising heroines, and heroes who were the masters of the three-word sentence. I loved the 'Me Tarzan, you Jane' attitudes, especially when I had to suffer equality at home.
Equality is hard on a woman. F'rinstance, if we gave men equality we would have to let them have some of the household money. 'Nuff said. I could go on but I don't think equality would ever work for me.
Nor did the publishers I was submitting to - work for me, that is. I needed to try the US market because the books I read were published there. But first, I needed to join the RWA (US). And there I found an online group of amazingly generous writers.