Romance Novel Mad Libs

I read recently that Danielle Steel has just published her 63rd novel, entitled Impossible.

63. 63!!!! How is it physically possible to churn out that many novels? How does she do it? Does she have a dungeon full of slaves chained to writing desks, churning out chapter after chapter, morning, noon and night, under the cruel watch of a whip-brandishing slavemaster? Perhaps.

But if she actually does all of her own writing, it seems even more impossible (no pun intended). How, how, how? Does she work from a template, some sort of 400-page Mad Libs book?

[Male love interest #1] turned off the engine of his vintage [model of 1960s British sportscar] and sat to think. The convertible's rag top was down, and in the air he could already feel the approaching [season of the year], which he looked forward to with [forboding trepidation/hopeful anticipation]. Perhaps, he considered, things with [female protagonist] would never work out in the way he had hoped.

Perhaps his manhood, which measured just short of [embarrasingly small number] inches, would never be enough to satisfy the fiery [female protagonist]. At best, they might only stay together for the sake of appearances, while she took a lover on the side. Perhaps it would be [male Latin name], the family's virile young [lowly position on household staff], whom [male love interest #1] had caught [female protagonist] gazing at in secret longing on several occasions, particularly when she came upon him bending over his [physical object related to employment] and unknowingly displaying his taut buttocks to her admiring [color] eyes.

At worst, [female protagonist] would divorce him, abandon him and force him to leave Torrid [tree name in plural] and return to his former life as a [respected but extremely low-paying profession], a life from which he thought he had been rescued at the first moment he set eyes upon the voluptuous figure of [maiden name of female protagonist] on the windswept lawn of her family's country estate.