Just A Sip: The Ultimate Romance Drinking Game

Unfortunately for E.L. James' fans, the Fifty Shades of Grey adaptation is reportedly lackluster. Instead of suffering through the leading couple's uncomfortable exchanges, we suggest cracking open a new romance novel, be it for laughs or genuine interest. If you're on the hunt for comparable erotic titles, we've got a few suggestions . Or, if you'd prefer to keep your bodice neatly in place thank-you-very-much, play our romance novel drinking game! It promises to expose most of the gender norms on full display in nearly every piece of erotic fiction ever sold or self-published.

Pick up a brand new title at the nearest bookstore, crack it open to any page at all (we don't suggest skipping the exposition, which is usually rife with unnecessary metaphors), and get sipping:

Take a sip if the book has a weirdly specific title explaining the entire story, e.g. The Homecoming Queen Gets Her Man or The Desert Kings Housekeeper Bride or The Firemans Ready-Made Family .

Take a long, sad pull on your drink if your book exoticizes and others a racial, ethnic, or religious minority in the U.S., e.g. Sold to the Sheikh or Savage Dawn .

Take a drink every time the stunningly beautiful female protagonists eyes are described as an unnatural, and arguably inhuman shade, e.g. Her deep gaze, the color of midnight sky (The Millionaire's Waitress Wife ).

Take a sip (JUST a sip, we dont want you passing out after one chapter) each time a horrible pun or wordplay only tenuously related to the books theme is used, e.g. Now that hes off the field, hes ready to tell all about when he played the field" (Back in the Game ). Or, from a figure-skating romance: I love you, Madelyn Spier. I am hopelessly, endlessly, head over skates in love with you (The Boy Next Door ).

Take a shot of goldschlager if billionare is in the books title, e.g. Stepbrother Billionaire , One Night With a Billionaire or No Ordinary Billionaire .

Take a shot if the romance hinges on a ridiculously improbable sex or romance contract. For example: Youve got thirty days to win me over. And I mean it. I want to be wooed, Tyler [...] At the end of thirty days, she continued, well decide how we feel about each other (Thirty Days to Win His Wife ).

Take a long swig if one of the leads is given a complicated, tragic backstory to create character depth. Finish your drink if both leads have a tragic backstory. E.g. Hed sworn he would never enter into a real relationship again, let alone marry again [...] Shed walked away from him without so much as a backward glance. And then he hadnt been there fast enough to save his three-month-old baby from the fire her mother had started (Her Unexpected Hero ).

Take a sip of hard liquor if the male love interest could be described as a lone wolf, e.g. Cold. Untouchable. Forbidding. Those words described Jackson Whitman perfectly. It was the way he wanted to be viewed. It was safe -- it protected him. After the loss of his daughter, he was done. Done with love (Her Unexpected Hero ). Or: I like to keep things light. At fun-level. Sex level [...] Im not interested in anything deep or lasting or even... real. Chloe ruined that for me. She destroyed the part of me that ever wants real again (Rebound ).

Take a shot if the male love interest is actually described as a lone wolf, e.g. Hes somewhat of a lone wolf (A Hunger So Wild ); or Such is the case with my Lone Wolf, pack protector Anton Beck. Still mourning the loss of his sister... (Lone Wolf ).

Take three sips if the love interest's name could easily have "The Third," affixed to it, e.g. "She's not going to let anything stand in her way, not even a forbidden romance with her boss Ridley Dresden [III]" (Frostfire ).

Take a demure sip if the heroine is virginal and inexperienced, e.g. Here she was, twenty-four years old, just out of a terrible relationship with her one and only sexual partner, and still incredibly naive when it came to the nuances of sexual behavior" (Her Unexpected Hero ).

Take a sip if the heroine doesnt know how beautiful she truly is, despite being slender and/or curvaceous and conventionally gorgeous. I drop my head, look down at my small chest and barely-there hips. Theyre advantages for skating. But for other things? (The Boy Next Door )

Take a big gulp each time one of the leads body parts is compared to food in a misguided attempt to sound sexy, e.g.: [W]hy was he so fascinated by her tits? They were no bigger than peaches, but they were round and high and firm and he found himself craving peach cobbler something fierce (Back in the Game ); or: His buttocks were each the size of a perfect round loaf [...] She wanted to knead him (In Your Wildest Scottish Dreams ).

Take a drink each time the author uses the word worship or claim to describe mundane sex act, e.g. His lips were on her breasts again, worshipping them. (In Your Wildest Scottish Dreams ).

Take a drink each time the words areolas, member, girly parts, sex or manhood are used, e.g. Serenas sex pulsed with need. (Fonsecas Fury ).

Take a tequila shot with a big pinch of salt every time either lead claims he or she will die without having sex with the other, e.g. She felt a hunger as elemental as that for food or water. She had to have him or die. He had to be inside her, making her whole (In Your Wildest Scottish Dreams ).

Take a drink if either lead states that the other is the only person in the entire world capable of sexually satisfying him or her, e.g. And there was no one other than Jackson capable of bringing her body such pleasure (Her Unexpected Hero ).

Take a shot for every simultaneous orgasm.

Finish your drink if the playboy male lead suddenly discovers a deep capacity for commitment and monogamy because the female lead is somehow both alluringly sexy and tooth-achingly sweet, all rolled into one eternally satisfying package, e.g. "That's when he knew that he truly wanted more. And he'd been wanting it for a long time, but admitting it felt too much like walking off a cliff. Until now. Until Breeanne" (Back in the Game ). Or, It was never about two weeks. It was never about the word girlfriend. Hell, it wasnt even ever about sex. It was always about Mad. I couldnt ever make another relationship work because my hearts always belonged to Mad. (The Boy Next Door ).