Tropes:
Forget Me Not
It should have been a harmless swindle.
A survival tactic, plain and simple.
Because I, Rhea Thorn, am a survivor.
At least, I thought I was…
Until I conned a psycho.
After a meaningless one night stand, I emptied his wallet and fled before the morning sun.
By that night, I had seventeen missed calls, and a broken window with a note:
You can keep what you stole, but I get you in return.
Everywhere I go, he’s there—blurring the vision between right and wrong, while enticing me with his sultry blue eyes.
Alaric promised me I’d never forget him.
And I’m beginning to fear he’s right.
Forget Me Not is a dark romance with an over-the-top obsessive anti-hero who will trigger your triggers, and a heroine who fights as hard as she falls.
Tropes:
All the Little Things
Four years ago my life was forever changed.
One kiss.
One moment.
Five words.
“Enjoy all the little things.”
That’s what Ryker said the night before he vanished from our lives for good.
So that’s what I did. I lived each day like it was the last—embracing all life had to offer.
Now he’s back in town and staying with me as a favor to my brother.
Being alone with Ryker is dangerous.
His eyes intoxicate me.
His touch tempts me.
He doesn’t look at me like I’m a little girl anymore.
And I’m ignoring the fact that he’s my brother’s best friend.
He dared me to live.
I dared him to love.
The first kiss almost killed me.
But the second one brought me back to life.
Tropes:
Devil Heir
Something so wrong has no business feeling this good.
I met the devil when I was fourteen years old.
Just a kid himself, he was hellbent on making me miserable.
By fifteen I hated him.
When I was sixteen, I moved as far away as I could.
Since I’ve left, my life has been simple—peaceful and still.
I had no intention of ever returning to Skull Creek.
Until tragedy struck and I was called back.
It’s been two years since I saw my step-brother.
I hoped he had changed.
But the devil is still the same.
He’s arrogant and ruthless.
Rules the town with an iron fist.
Where he walks, crowds part.
Now his blame is set on me, along with his dark orbs of hate.
It’s time to show him I’m not the same girl I was back then.
If he pushes, I’ll push harder.
Where I bend, he will break.
As long as he doesn’t find my weakness, I can survive this.
Even if my weakness has become the devil himself.