There was a time, back when I was a wee beginner as a romance reader, that the fated mates trope was met with a simple shrug and a read. Ahh, fated mates. Cute. Let’s read it. And then, after the hundredth book centered around the fated mates trope, I started to wonder… do authors know how to write anything else?

Clones are finding love on an ice planet and for some reason I'm completely here for it.