Guest blog by Monica Corwin, author of
I decided to write this guest post on my favourite romance trope. After a lot of deliberating I finally decided on enemies to lovers. I love best friends to lovers or the one that got away as well but enemies to lovers has to be my favourite to both read and write. There are so many emotions to roll through in this trope and without a doubt always a great switch…the moment when these two people who’ve hated each other finally give in and let it all go. Best moment.
A couple of my favourite novels that fall into this category are:
- Night Fires by Karen Harbaugh – This is an older novel but has been one of my favourites for years. What’s not to love about a French Revolution historical paranormal romance with a strong female lead? NOTHING.
- Lover Mine by J.R. Ward – John Mathew was long my favourite character in the BDB world and when I finally got his and Xhex’s book I was complete.
What are your favourite enemies to lovers novels?
Helena Banks and Alex Parker are meant to be…if they can get past the secrets, lies, corporate espionage.
Helena Banks has the perfect life. Well, she thought she did until her perfect fiancé left her in the limo outside her perfect wedding. Like any strong woman she rallied with the help of one super sexy limo driver. But is he really who he says he is?
Alex Parker never wanted a complicated life. He lives for his work and that had always been enough. When fate drops a damsel in distress on his radar he realizes he’s not content after all.
But Alex has a secret…one that will turn Helena’s perfect life even more upside down. Can she handle it, or him?
A quiet knock sounded at the door, and Alex went to sign for the food without me even making a move to get up. The aroma of melted cheese hit me full force. I surged to my feet, ready to make a beeline for the tray when the alcohol caught up to me and I wobbled, about to keel over. Alex had nowhere near my level of intoxication and caught me smoothly. He could do nothing but help buffer the fall with his arms.
We both landed on the plush faux fur in a tangle of limbs. The silk of my outfit did little to disguise any part of me, and when we both stilled, he was laying in the curve my open thighs created. Alex pushed up on his arms, removing his comforting weight off my chest, but made no move to get up.
Those green eyes ensnared me, and I did the thing I had been dying to do since I watched his lips wrap around the bottle earlier. They were just as soft as I imagined and tasted like lemon and beer. He didn’t respond at first, but when I probed the seam of his mouth with my tongue, it felt like an electric current shot through both of us. He wrapped one arm around my back, and the other hand tangled in the mass of curls at the nape of my neck. Effortlessly he pulled me into his body while pressing his hips into mine.
Not even a Disney kiss could have been as equally magical. His tongue traced mine with a demanding edge I savored as small currents of need sparked from the tips of my fingers all the way to my toes. I would have stayed there for hours if the sound of the door lock opening to a keycard hadn’t broken the spell between us. We both looked up just in time to register the shocked face of my former fiancé.
About the Author: Monica Corwin is an outspoken writer who believes romance is for everyone no matter their preferences. Displaced in Central Pennsylvania, Monica Corwin attempts to spend her days writing away in her home by the river. In reality she chases around a toddler and writes when she can. In her free time she drinks entirely too much coffee and collects tomes on King Arthur.