I have a love-hate reaction to John Norman's GOR novels. Some bits I find really hot, while other bits stomp on my ick and squick buttons.
(The GOR novels can be considered Extruded Fantasy Product "Now with spicy BDSM flavoring!" but I prefer to think of them as the written equivalent of moonshine whiskey: Uneven and generally low quality, at least faintly toxic, provoke Carrie Nation style hatchet jobs, are an open vice for a few and a secret vice of many - but they do pack a real 100 proof emotional kick.)