I'm a fan of category romance. I can be critical of them, but I've read and reread so many of them when I was a teenager that they have a soft spot in my heart. Today, when I'm in need of a comfort pick-me up category romance is still something I turn to, because of the instant gratification factor.
So I've read quite a lot of them, liked quite a lot of them, hated a couple, and have a whole bunch that were simply unmemorable. A couple turned the tables on me however, and were so much made of WTFery I never really recovered. You see, category romance is very much set in the realistic for me. I can handle the occasional historical category, but mostly I like them to be contemporary. And when I read them, I expect realistic situations (no matter if they star gazillionairs, tycoons and supermodel secretaries, I expect a realistic plot and set-up).
And now that I'm cataloging all my old categories, I'm starting to notice that quite a bit of the ones I hated are the ones that fail against this expectation of realism. So I'm adding them dutifully to the Craziest Harlequins list, and putting them in the donation box.
This one had one of the bigger NO WAY moments I encountered (and that includes the dude from Atlantis, the spirit sex, the reincarnated hero, and the virgin sex-advisor). Because well, the resolution involves aliens. And not the on television or imaginary kind (alas, neither the Ripley Aliens kind, because that would have been kind of awesome). So yeah, didn't buy it, didn't like it, and wasn't comforted.