Here’s a fantastic word for a romance writer, as our work is imbued with emotions of all kinds, and often very strong ones.
In fact, I used it in You May Kiss the Bride. My hero, Gabriel Penhallow, who has previously taken great pride in his cool sangfroid, has just had a public — and widely observed — altercation on a busy street in Bath, during which he effectively rips to shreds the character of a man whose carriage has nearly run over my heroine Livia:
So much for his vaunted self-control, he thought bitterly. The last time he’d allowed himself to give way to such a violent maelstrom of emotions, he’d ended up kissing a saucy, tempting girl in a garden and within the hour been engaged to her. And here she’d done it once more.
This snippet is from Chapter 9, but you if you like, you can read Chapter 1 here.