why are people still doing the whole “well these asian people from this asian country arent offended by [racist thing] so you, an asian american, shouldnt be offended” like maybe, perhaps, mayhaps, people experience racism differently and in different contexts when they, idk, live in different fucking countries
WU Review: Fire Bear-Alpha Hunter by Jess Planos ‘10
The important thing to know is that it’s not about bears.
I mean, it is.
But...we’ll get to it.
Paranormal romances have become a hallmark of the e-book market over the past few years, with shapeshifters increasing in popularity every month. Each category comes with its own shorthands for power/passion/soulmates, which writers can use or break away from in world building. It allows books to play with what it means to be attracted to someone beyond rationality and politeness—jump back into what it means to be an animal (with enthusiastic consent).
All of these shifter styles allow readers to zero-in on what they like, knowing that pumas come with different rules than lions, tigers, and bears (oh my). There is literally something for everyone.
Are you an outsider marrying into a loud, close-knit family? I suggest a werewolf clan with a struggle for power. Do you and your SO argue over their inability to be vulnerable? A dragon romance might be just the thing.
Which brings us to werebears.
Bella Carson, penname of a Wellesley alum, has recently published the first of what will undoubtedly be a series of BBW shape-shifter romances (voluptuous ladies with were-beasts, for the uninitiated). And Fire Bear: Alpha Hunter is super fun.
Not to mention that the heroine is super badass and drives a black Cadillac named Maleficent.
Sam Graves is a loner, but good at her job—namely, hunting down creatures that go bump in the night. She’s easy to root for and understandably attractive to the Alpha bear who saunters into her life. At no point does she question her right to do her very intimidating job or decide the fate of the world.
The supernatural plot twists are clever, and the potential couple has believable issues to work out, but it’s really the descriptions that set this book apart. It’s hard not to giggle and page-turn through descriptions like “she was built like a khaki wrecking ball” and “She felt drunk, giddy, like someone had replaced all her blood with champagne.”
To be honest, I probably wouldn’t have picked it up if the author wasn’t a Wellesley, but I’m glad I did. It’s a quick romp and you can’t beat the price for e-books these days. Pick it up—you might enjoy a bite yourself.