Well, color me surprised. This wasn't actually bad!
I read this book back in the early nineties, when I was a teenager. And I loved it! Now, trying to re-read romances from that era is usually a very bad idea! Most of the time it sends my blood pressure through the roof and makes me want to throw things... However, this one apparently stuck with me, as I still had vivid memories of the story line 25 years later, so I have been looking for it for the last couple of years. And the good people of "What's the name of that book"-group did what countless google searches and questions in romance forums haven't been able to do: they found it for me!
So, I found it, at a library source, as it is long out of print, and with only a slight trepidation, I dove in! And it wasn't bad! Sure, the prose was a bit purple, the dialogue a bit clunky, the climax a bit melodramatic, but the hero wasn't a douchebag, the heroine wasn't a virgin, wasn't TSTL and actually saved herself in the end (with the support of the hero) and the sexism and machismo was at a tolerable level.
It was actually a very sweet love story between two people, who have been badly spurned by love before, who meet under very exaggerated circumstances, when she goes into labour in his truck during a snow storm. After the birth, she has nowhere to go, and he offers to share his home with her and the baby and their friendship and later romance grows from there. They both have secrets and demons to be slayed, but they do face them and overcome them.
I thoroughly enjoyed this re-read of a teen favourite, which left me with a smile on my face and a happy sigh.