“A short delicious read and very very satisfying.”
He was fat. Not pudgy, but fat. Five-eight and about two-hundred thirty pounds, he smoked cigars, greased his black hair into a pompadour, and had a small redheaded girlfriend with a whiny voice she probably thought sounded inquisitive. When she tripped away merrily to work at nights, we curled up puppy-style in their bed and watched Batman the Animated Series and Venture Brothers and Futurama until, one tight November evening, he told me he loved me. And I, fragile and foolish as I was, accepted his love, and returned it.
The thing ended up exploding, but I don’t have to tell you that. My stint as the Other Woman was my last, but one part of the affair stuck with me to this day. That thing is my love of big men.
Life opened up for me. Big men were on every corner, they came into my work every day, I saw the lovably oafish neighbors and husbands on TV as sudden sex symbols, dripping with luscious charm. You never saw them with their clothes off—that was reserved for comedic relief—but you suspected that what simmered beneath the surface of those button-downs and heavy sweaters was too sticky for normality to handle. Swathes of hair, tight pink nipples, taut-drawn bellies and broad, cushioned chests. The exterior, that vapid mask of stereotype, clicked into place to shield us from their raw sensuality.
While traveling in the circles of big men, I’ve found a lot of things. The first is a usual development of a higher personality: a faster wit, a stronger voice, a more omnivorous mind. This may be because, as fat boys, they get shit anyway…so what’s the harm in admitting that you love Journey? Another theory is that, as far the taller of the kind go, there’s a certain aspect of danger in confronting a big man…and in courting one. It tickles my biological funny bone to realize the big man on my arm is my lover, my partner, and my bodyguard, not that I’d need any from the list. And lastly, their interests tend to be more diverse and, dare I say it, more forgiving, than their slimmer counterparts.
In my book, Alpha, our protagonist Janey falls for the powerful, gentle, and chunky Seamus, a wolfman who runs a fractured pack in post-apocalyptic Manhattan. Janey herself is no shrinking violet, no limp-backed damsel: she commands a brigade of scooter soldiers against the hordes of infested undead. They share a series of interests that any sexy nerdgirl or -boy would relate to—comics, old movies, and sci-fi become their respite from the dangerous world outside—and also a string of sexual encounters that span from true-love-making to BDSM adventure.
Honestly, Seamus’ bigness doesn’t feature prominently in the story, but I won’t apologize for a hero who wears his hedonism in his belly. And Janey’s no airbrushed sprite herself: pierced and pocked and emotionally immature, she has a lot of growing to do herself, and a lot of kinky fantasies to explore.
I’ve heard it’s an intense and visceral story, both from men and women. I think it speaks some hidden truths about our current preferences, the turn of Third Wave feminism, that flesh is flesh, and no one’s perfect, but everyone’s beautiful. Or whatever you like. You’re the reader.
And I’m always up for suggestion.
Blurb: Janey Hyde is fighting to keep her people alive in a Manhattan ravaged by zombies. Seamus, the leader of a werewolf pack also on the island is doing the same. Will an alliance between them be the salvation of their tribes? Or is the intense attraction they feel for each other going to be their downfall? Exploring love, lust, war, and politics, ALPHA is the debut novel from writer Molly Maddox. Seamus's pack isn't ready to accept a human in their midst, and attracted to him as she is, Janey isn't sure she's ready to submit to an alpha male when it could undermine her authority with her own people. But there is more at stake than her pride and his principles, and only by working together will they find a future.
Bio: Molly Maddox is a graduate student in Denton, Texas. She is a lifelong fan of both sexiness and nerdiness and has been looking for a way to combine them since the sight of a slinky red-garbed Nyota Uhura crossed her eye as a child. Lately she writes, illustrates, and works a nine-to-five while a creepy ginger cat snoops over her shoulder.
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