I was -way- too young, I think I was ten or eleven when I first read my first romantic book. It was called Zora, and I believe it wasn't a very good choice of a book for my grandmother to give me for my birthday. (back then I loved it) but now,
Uh-uh, I would never have someone young reading it! It contains love, yes, but also rape, racism, murder, child-slaughter, all the stuff a 10-year-old shouldn't know a thing about...
Until I was about 15 I read everything I could get my hands on, from every genre, and I loved all the sex-scenes... Nowadays I can't stand them. Sometimes it's good, but most of the times it just makes me sick to my stomach. I tend to keep to fantasy and sci-fi, where laying down kissing in the grass is usually when chapters end. Or comedy, where the focus point is somewhat different. I read a lot of great love-story's during this time, but no names come to mind.