This week, on the Romance Writers Weekly blog hop, we're asked, "What’s your take on the “enemies-to-lovers” trope? How do you make this dynamic feel fresh and believable?"
Um...okay, this is probably an unpopular opinion but I'm not a big fan of this trope. I don't think it happens much (if at all) in reality, and if it does...it's probably not that healthy. I don't like Alpha-holes either, and the two definitely seem to go together.
I guess you could say that Pride and Prejudice is an example of this trope, but honestly, I think that's a stretch. They weren't really attacking each other, they were just prejudiced.
Anyway, hop on over to Jill Haymaker's page to learn what her take is. And don't forget to check out her book, Montana Pines Christmas Rescue.
MONTANA PINES CHRISTMAS RESCUE
Now available for pre-order, get this heartwarming story of two unlikely people who just may find love at Christmas with the help of some adorable animals.The beautiful Montana mountains form a perfect backdrop for this opposites attract romance.
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Que Será, Syrah
Pour Decisions: Book Three
They may be keeping secrets and telling lies, but a little white wine never hurt anyone.
Allegra
It’s not every day that you inherit one-third of a winery. I should be on top of the world, floating on Cloud Wine, as they say. Instead, don’t you just know it? I’m about to make one of the biggest mistakes of my life. And that’s saying something. My family has always viewed me as something of a screw-up, not always fairly. But in this case? They’re not only dead right about me messing things up; they don’t even know the half of it. Yet.
Complicating my quest to redeem myself, earn my sisters’ respect, and help them turn our winery into a straight fire success, is my low-key relationship with Sheriff’s Deputy Clay Romero. Sure, there are risks involved in sleeping with the enemy, but ‘what’s meant to be will find a way,’ right? And whether Clay believes it or not, I know we’re fated. With a capital F.
Clay
We’re Capital F somethin’ all right; but I don’t think it’s fate. Ever since Legs (AKA Allegra Martinelli) blew back into town, I’ve been flirting with disaster. Literally. I doubt that woman’s ever met a rule that she didn’t want to at least bend. And, as luck would have it, it’s my job to try and stop her. I love my job, and I think I love her. But there’s not enough wine in Napa to convince me that I’ll be able to hang on to them both.
Legs keeps likening us to Romeo and Juliet. And as I keep trying to remind her; that kind of story tends not to end well. I’m sure there are exceptions, but are we gonna be one of them? I guess we’ll find out.
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