I love a romance that appreciates a curvaceous figure. This could be because I'm an American and quite a few of us have curves and that's the norm, but I feel like there's been a bit of hate directed toward the proverbial winter cushion and I'm glad to see it treated for what it is--squishy and wonderful. But why is it I see so many romances with curvaceous heroines, but not a lot of them with curvy heroes?
Why is that?
I don't know how fair it is that women get to be original and designed in a reader's mind, but the fellows get to float away in a stiff wind. Or starve to death three hours after eating because they've got no reserves.
Or is it that so many women feel the same way that we just don't care? Like, it's not a thing even worth mentioning? I also don't want my hero dying from a clogged artery either, but... I feel like there's a comfy in between that's not being shown. What do you think?
Madam La Zuray
Hello, darlings, I'm Madam La Zuray, author of dirty books you can't help but fall in love with. I bring the hot and the dirty and everything in between, all in a read you can swallow on your lunch hour. No sense in messing around with perfection.