No one likes everything about their chosen obsession.
Car fanatics don’t love every car ever made. I love ice cream, but can’t stand rum and raisin or peppermint choc chip. And there are some aspects of the paranormal genre that just don’t float my boat.
Werewolves? I’m lookin’ at you.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind the odd shapeshifter. Dudes that change into other things can be very cool. And it’s not an animal sex squick thing. I’ve done a serpent book. I believe I’ve established my non-human smexxin’ credentials.
But werewolves? Meh.
Maybe it’s just the way authors write them – apparently every single wolf-shifter ever is a rampant alpha male with a monomaniac sex drive and a creepy destined-mate delusion (and wow, is that another me-no-like post in the making…) But on the whole, werewolf romances just make my eyes glaze over. Pack dynamics, alphas and betas and zetas and weetas, staring each other down with scowls and attitude, holding dick-measuring contests, the Hairy Butt Pack vs. the Snarling Chihuahuas, whatever. Werewolf schmerwolf. Couldn’t care less.
Then again, I love the old-style wolfman movies. The kind of werewolf who bursts out into hairy beast form at the full moon (ready or not, none of this shift-when-I-feel-like-it luxury) and gallops off, slavering and howling at the sky, to bag himself some nice fresh meat for supper. American Werewolf in London. Being Human. Jack Nicholson’s Wolf. Benicio Del Toro’s The Wolfman. Oyy.
But for some reason? I’m yet to find a werewolf romance book that I really enjoyed. None of those old movies have happy endings, except maybe Wolf – but to get their HEA, Jack and Michelle must both become monsters. QED. Sweet ending, if you ask me. No skirting around the issue that hey, sorry to burst your bubble, sweetheart, but your dude’s not a dude anymore…
Maybe the HEA is the part I find hard to swallow – then again, I’m totally okay with the idea that a centuries-old vampire or angel or fairy or demon can have a HEA with a mortal human. Perfectly plausible, old chap. Nothing strange here. Just check your brain at the door and we’ll carry on, say what?
Hey, I never said my prejudice was rational. Nor need it be. There are a few elements of our obsession that we just don’t rate. And that’s okay.
So what paranormal creature just doesn’t float your boat? Sparkling vamps? Shape-shifting Viking vampire angel Navy SEALS? Zombies as romance heroes?
P.S. If you’re a werewolf fan? Go ahead, convince me. I dare you…