A few years ago, a friend of mine who was moving across the country decided to get rid of some books, and when she said, “Who wants these romance novels?” I obviously raised my hand. What I got from her were two huge sacks of category romances from the seventies and eighties. And they are so great! I’m not joking! It’s a bonanza of tropes and alpha males and covers with bad feathered hair. And, look, I love trope-y books, I can’t deny it. Give me your secret babies, your rakish dukes, your confirmed-bachelor billionaires.
One of my favorite tropes is opposites attract. Two people from disparate backgrounds coming together to find love is like one flavor of book catnip for me… booknip, if you will. It’s a key part of the hook for the… Continue