Posts Tagged ‘Alpha Heroes’

Oooh, A Sheikh — And a Request to You All

Saturday, February 5th, 2011

Harlequin author Olivia Gates is Egyptian. I met her at RWA a few years back and she is the nicest person you’d ever want to meet. She had on a stunning gown, too, and I’ll tell you that she looked like a romance novel heroine. I have this vague recollection that she did not want her day job to be a matter of public knowledge, but she’s a brilliant woman with a job to match. It’s also a job (not a political one) that makes me worry about her safety during the unrest in Egypt.

As you can imagine, even if the Mubarak regime had not essentially cut off Egypt’s access to the internet, this is not the time for an Egyptian author to be promoting a book. All of Egypt has bigger issues to deal with right now. Gates has a book out right now, and I bought it a couple of days ago to support a fellow Romance author. I urge you to do the same. her website has various buy links.

To Tame a Sheikh

Some of you may know that I have only recently gotten my feet wet with category romance– thanks mostly to Harlequin’s free digital offerings. I’ve since bought a few but have found the experience a bit rocky at times. As with any genre there are writers who work for me and those who don’t. I confess I wasn’t at all sure about a Sheikh book.

But ohmygosh, I LOVED this book. Loved it loved it loved it and I’m going to get the rest of Gate’s books. At first, the hero is what you might call an Alpha-hole — everything bad about the alpha male but Gates subverts that in a way that utterly won me over. The writing is excellent and smart:

This was what the Prince of Darkness should look like. To seduce without trying, the enslave into eternity, to induce all sorts of unrepentant sins. To have a woman believe her soul was a trivial accessory.

Now that’s some serious charm.

Yes, he’s a total Alpha, but the hero of this book completely gets that his heroine is a smart woman. He defers to her area of expertise (she’s a physician) and he has no intention of limiting her professionally or in any way, other than his intention of securing her love. He’s perfect to the point of bordering on magical, but I ended up loving that. By the middle of the book, I was saying, oh, girl, just sleep with him now, because you know you’re going to and he’ll blow your mind.

So, go get this book. Support an author who isn’t in a position to do the promotion that more and more falls on the author rather than the publisher. And let me know what you think of it. Were you, too, won over by the Sheikh?


I Like Alpha Heros, or Doing It Carolyn Style

Friday, July 2nd, 2010

So, I’m reading this book. It’s historical romance. It’s trade, and I tend to dislike the size, but I can deal with that. Someone recommended it to me, and I’ve been trying hard to like the book.

Bear with me while I work my way around to the point of the post and its title.

The beginning felt . . . scattered to me. I liked the hero well enough and was prepared to soon love him. But boy, there was a LOT of set up and stuff that didn’t seem to be moving the plot along — it was, in fact, backstory, really.

In which Carolyn Does Not Like the Heroine Very much

Then the heroine was introduced. A VERY young widow and extremely beautiful and, well, she’s just so self-centered. Hmm. But even that I was prepared to be okay with as long as there were signs that she would grow out of the self-centeredness. She chose her best friend and companion for the apparently sole purpose of never being upstaged and always having a crony to do her bidding. I confess I thought it odd that a widow, however young, would have an unmarried young lady (younger than her) as a crony. That hardly seemed appropriate to the spirit of the Regency era, but OK. The widow has a rival. A young, unmarried, beautiful rival with whom she has a history as they were rivals as young girls. And this widow, who is rich rich rich is actually engaging in a battle for social supremacy with the rival. What? They’re no longer in the same social sphere of influence. The rival, in my opinion, has every reason in the world to want — in fact NEED — to marry. That’s the reality of the Regency. Women were to get married. Being unmarried has consequences and many of them are unpleasant.

I could not help thinking that this made the heroine more than self-centered. It made her juvenile and, well, kind of mean and petty.

And then the rivals have a face down in which the heroine comes out the victor and she is a bitch about it. She’s mean and horrible and GLAD she took down this woman a peg or two. In public.

Well. Okay. I admit that in high school I was not one of the popular girls. In fact, I was one of the girls to whom the popular girls were mean — to prove that they could be. So in stories, I tend not to like heroines who are mean popular girls. Popular girls, sure! I can like them just fine. But mean and popular? Nope. Who likes a mean heroine, popular girl or not?

Anyhow, as you can see, I have some issues with this book. But the hero seemed pretty good. I liked him a lot. He was fairly alpha.

And then.

And then. . . .

Dun dun dun!!!!

I just read a scene in which the hero is completely and utterly emasculated. He’s supposed to be super duper bad ass at what he does, but NO ONE who works with him believes this to be the case anymore. They obviously see him as paranoid and foolish and he basically gets canned from his job in front of everyone and he just stammers and can’t answer questions and in the face of his admittedly poor evidence for his suspicions he can only say . . . nothing coherent.

And wow. Right there I said to myself, Carolyn, I do not wish to read a book where the hero looks foolish because he is, in fact, acting like a fucking idiot! I’m sorry. My prejudice is out there flapping in the wind. In my romances, I want a strong, capable man who is recognized as such by at least most of the men around him. Getting fired for being more or less the incompetent jerk who sits three cubes down from you at the day job is not what I want my hero to be.

Doing it Carolyn Style

In this story, Carolyn style, the hero might get fired from his job, but it’s because the person doing the firing knows the hero is a threat. The hero, in the Carolyn version, would never be stupid enough to take flimsy evidence to someone he does not know for a fact can be counted on to support him. Why? Because he is not only aware of himself, but aware of the qualities of the people close to him. He’s a good judge of character. Not a cretin who doesn’t know he’s in political trouble at the office.


Historical Accuracy

Also, there were a lot of strange little things that didn’t quite fit. Imprecision of language, which as you know drives me absolutely batty and lots of things that seemed so historically inaccurate or implausible that I kept thinking, hmmmm. Like the widow with a bosom companion who is her factotum but who is young and unmarried and marriageable. What parent would allow their unmarried daughter to spend unlimited and unsupervised time with a widow — going anywhere and everywhere the widow does? Why isn’t the widow thinking about her (supposed) friend, who, socially and culturally, needs a husband?

Like the upper class character described as lacking a healthy tan. WTF?? This is ENGLAND where it rains a lot and where people do not have tans. It’s the Regency period, 150 years before healthy and tan were ever used in the same sentence describing a white character. And you’ll note, too, that a mere 30 years after people started talking about healthy tan white people, we’re now realizing the white people who go out and get all tanned often get cancer and eventually look years older than they really are. So, yeah.

Like the amazing amount of detail about a certain English department of government when I have never ever in all the research I’ve done, seen, read or heard talked about ever heard anything like amazing detail about this department. If amazing detail existed I honestly think I would have found at least some of it. The author is freaking making it up which wouldn’t bother me except . . . well all the rest of her work so far is sloppy and imprecise and socially and culturally just WRONG and all I can do is refer you to xkcd and this comic:

Anyway. I’ve realized that I need my romances to have an Alpha hero. I know it’s shallow of me. I know it! But I’m not really sorry. I just hadn’t realized how strongly I felt until the author castrated her hero before my horrified eyes.