Warning, my answer does contain stuff about sex and stuff.
I recently found a paperback at my house called "Nobody's Baby But Mine". Because I had nothing better to do I picked it up and started reading it, assuming it was one of those typical Nora Roberts-esque romances, and you know, what the hey.
Everything was fine and dandy except for a 36 year old football player romantic interest that's only interested in dating 20-22 year olds because they make him feel young. Enter 34 year old quantum physicist protagonist who's desperate for a baby and won't get a sperm donor because all of them will be "med students", and she doesn't want her kid to be stupid smart, she just wants her kid to be stupid. She sees football player on TV, and decides to get his sperm no matter what. Dresses up as a sex worker, tricks him with a sabotaged condom. And when it doesn't take the first time, she goes and does it again and succeeds in getting pregnant. Which she plans on hiding from the football player forever.
By this point my head was reeling from how many ethically wrong things and just... plain... stupid things had been done. Granted the book was published in 1997, but still.
So many things wrong with the book. And in the end the quantum physicist and football player somehow live happily ever after. I have the disease of having to finish books no matter how bad they are. I get that you shouldn't expect beautiful prose and plot from romance novels, but I wasn't expect this immoral crap wrapped up in a bow and presented as serendipity.
Random lady lying about contraception is not a romance novel. It's a horror story, and I'm sure the nightmare of most men.
The really scary thing? This book has a 4.1 rating on Goodreads.