My Least Favorite Tropes in Romance Novels
A while back, I walked you through my favorite tropes in romance novels. Now I’m going to go through which ones I like the least and why.
Secret billionaires, not so secret billionaires, I don’t care, I don’t like any of them. These are some of the least realistic romances I’ve read. What I hate most about it is how they’re always hot rich guys, which allows them to get away with behavior that wouldn’t be tolerated from a less attractive guy.
Nope. Pass. Even when they’re done well, they still give me the heebie jeebies. I understand people who work together fall in love in real life and it’s not always a manipulative situation. But I’ve yet to encounter it in a romance novel where I like the situation 100%.
Insta-lust? Yes, absolutely I believe in that. Insta-love, not so much. What I dislike most about this trope is that it takes away a lot of what I enjoy most about romance novels. There’s no slow burn, or obstacles for the characters to overcome in order to face their feelings for each other. They’re just instantly in love and happy. That’s not believable.
Enemies to Lovers
There are situations where I don’t mind this one but it’s rare and has to be done really well. The reason I dislike this trope is because often in the the enemies stage, the characters are extremely mean to each other and I can’t understand how they get over it.
I don’t like these because inevitable one character is left behind and I often feel sorry for them. I also think it’s a lazy way to create tension in a story.
I’m pretty sure I’ve only read one of these but I didn’t care for it. I don’t like the secrecy on the part of the mother, even when her motives are explained.
So now you have a full look at my feelings about romance novels. If you haven’t read my previous post on the subject, take a peek. And then I want to hear your feelings on these tropes and which are your least favorite!
RachelSeptember 11, 2021 at 12:17 am
“The empowered independent women who refuses to love or give up her independence and just needs the right kind of love to teach her that there is more than self-reliance and loneliness. “
She sits in her NYC apartment, sipping wine, petting her cat and thinking she was happy.