*facepalm*
Dear Author of the romance novel I'm working on,
I find it hard to believe that your heroine has reached the ripe old age of twenty without ever experiencing a glimmer of sexual drive. But okay, I'm willing to suspend disbelief and assume that she has some sort of hormonal imbalance that managed to give her the large breasts you spend considerable paragraphs talking about, and yet never made her feel anything when she touched them.
However, asking me to believe the above, and believe that she can imagine what it would be like to sleep with the hero, all within the space of a few pages?
Sorry, no.
Seriously, what is with some romance authors? Are people supposed to believe and find laudable that a woman could be utterly frigid until that one magical fellow comes along? Do the authors themselves believe this is a common occurrence?
There's no magic involved, no supernatural, no non-humans. This is a perfectly ordinary historical romance.
Note to self: don't read it. It's just text. Look for widows and orphans and move it along.