Romantasy Retelling/Rapunzel
Why Choose
Three Morally Gray Antiheroes
Virgin Heroine
Friends to enemies to lovers
Revenge
Forced Proximity
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Renee Rocco writes complex and damaged antiheroes, pairing them with beautifully tormented heroines. She’s always enjoyed exploring the darker side of her imagination, and finally found peace in Dark Romantasy and Contemporary Dark Romance.
By day, Renee works for a NY publisher, with her nights spent indulging in her depraved creativity. Hidden behind the glamour of work-from-home mom duties, she’s a suburban misfit who always has a sarcastic comment at the ready—whether the situation calls for one or not. She’s never Instagram-ready or speakerphone-friendly (you’ve been warned). She also shamelessly abuses the em dash and ellipsis, and suffers from an iced coffee addiction.
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