What Romance Troupes Do You Find Easiest To Write Under and Why?

Do You Have a Romance Troupe You Have Not Yet Written That You Want To Try?

There are two tropes that I really love.  Friends to Lovers is probably my favorite.  There are pitfalls and each person has something to lose.  This trope rings very true for me because it seems as though friends would make the best lovers.  I also love enemies to lovers.  There is a fine line between love and hate and I like to explore that.

I have written so many stories that its hard to think of a major trope that I haven’t written.   I know there are some and those are mostly ones that don’t tend to interest me.  However I am always open to ideas, so if you have one that you think I’d like and have never done, be sure to email me.  I’d love to hear about it.

“You will,” Todd told him after turning back to him. “What you have to do is give yourself some time. Everything got turned upside down by the accident, and you need to give yourself a chance to figure some shit out.” Another car was brought into the bay, this one being pushed by a couple of the guys. Todd sighed, and as soon as they stopped, he popped the hood and got to work. “What other things do you want to do besides fly down tubes of ice and snow at breakneck speed?”

Duncan tried to come up with an answer, but failed.

“What were your plans for that college degree of yours?”

Todd bent farther into the engine, his butt and legs visible. Granted, it was a handsome butt, with Todd’s work pants pulled tight over it. Duncan knew he shouldn’t be looking at his friend’s backside. Who he found attractive—or not, for that matter—was irrelevant. No one was going to look at him twice in the chair. Still, his gaze kept returning to the view in front of him, and heat spread to his groin. Not that anything there perked up or took notice. Things hadn’t been working down south lately… and that was another source of anxiety and, quite frankly, shame.

The doctors told him that things could improve for him as his injuries continued to heal. He had gotten some feeling back in his legs. When he touched them, it felt like they were miles away, but he could feel something. That had come back over time, so maybe his dick would too. That wasn’t as important to anyone but him. But if he could get a stiffy once again, he could feel a little more like himself… at least in some way.

“What is it?” Todd asked, and Duncan suddenly realized he’d sunk into himself and his emotions and fears had gotten the better of him again. To his horror, Todd grabbed a tissue from the box at the back of the bench. “Whatever is bothering you… it’s okay. This may look like a garage, but it’s also a safe place for everyone.” Todd handed him the tissue and squeezed his shoulder once again, his hand lingering for longer than was necessary.

“That seems strange,” Duncan commented. “Garages are usually temples of testosterone and bluster. At least that’s my experience.”

“We have our testosterone gods here. If you saw Trevor, you’d understand.” Todd grinned. “The first time I met him, I thought someone had given life to my fantasy man. The guy is hot as hell. But he only has eyes for James. Not that I was ever that interested… I guess.” Sometimes Todd could get a conversation off track faster than a world-class luge run.