Joanna writes in with this HaBO request for the first romance she ever read:
I'm looking for my first romance novel, the one that got me hooked on the genre. I was a good girl in a parochial school when I discovered at a library book sale a mesmerizing Harlequin with a green cover. Inside, salacious descriptions of bedroom shenanigans had me hooked. Obviously, this was passed along from girl to girl in my 7th grade class, until one of the nuns confiscated it and we all got into boatloads of trouble.
I read this book in 1986 or so, and it seemed well worn when came into my possession. The story is of a girl who lives with her father on an isolated island (maybe in Greece?). He had her read the encyclopedia as her education, and she wore plimsoles. One day, a huge yacht appears and the owner of the boat asks the father for permission to use the island's private beach for a picnic. The man whistled as he came up the path to ask for the afore-mentioned permission, and the dad approved that he announced himself by whistling classical music.
Fast forward a few years, and the girl is living a humble life in London when somehow she and Mr Yacht, whose name is Draco, perhaps? Or Drago? reconnect. He takes her to the theatre, and he is pleased that she eats well (read: not like a female, argh!), including things like cake and stinky cheese. They end up married, but on their wedding night he disappears. Turns out that he was with his ex-girlfriend. The now-wife is not impressed, and what had been a tentative romance becomes a marriage of convenience.
Turns out it was a misunderstanding because the ex's son is a drug addict and she needed Draco/Drago's help getting him out of her house discreetly. All is forgiven, and it's HEA. L'amour!
I'm sure the Bitchery will know this one!
I'm betting the Bitchery will know that one, too. Plimsoles are easy to spot! Anyone recognize this book?