I'm beginning to get the feeling that some women authors are forgetting the main focal point of a romance novel--the romance. Somebody please remind Diana Palmer, because her latest book, "Love With a Long, Tall Texan" reads more like a perspective on the cattle industry and their practices, than a romance. The only consistency is that the second and third stories are more boring than the first. When people start writing books just to pick up a paycheck--IT SHOWS!