It’s the eternal question, right? What do women want? I sure as hell don’t know. In fact, I doubt there’s a consensus from females writ large on much of anything. I only know what I want and, as a romance reader, it is not another bad boy. […]
So, apparently Chris Brown has a new album out.
The fact that he isn’t in jail somewhere is hard enough to reconcile, but that his career is still viable? I’m truly shocked. Worse yet, prior to his assaulting Rihanna, he was a “good boy” in the music industry and now it appears he’s being marketed as a “bad (but sexy and non-threatening) boy”.
You voted and here are the top 12 Bad Boys nominated by you, the readers of AAR.
And, as promised, here’s the poll in which one Bad Boy will emerge triumphant as…well, AAR Readers’ Unofficial Favorite Bad Boy.
This time out, it’s limited to fictional characters, but the suggestion to expand into movies and TV is a most excellent one and it will be forthcoming.
But, in the meantime, let’s wallow in our fictional love.
A note: Eric Northman insisted on being included. Really he did. It was out of my hands. Also much gratitude to LinnieGayl, statistical guru and all around pal, for putting together the top 10.
So, hit me. (And it would be nice to get as many votes as possible to make this as Official an Unofficial poll as we can.)
They’re mad, bad, and dangerous to know. And we couldn’t live without them. (In fiction, that is.)
From the first moment I was introduced to prototypical Bad Boy Vidal in Georgette Heyer’s Devil’s Cub, I’ve been a sucker for the Bad Boy mystique. Though I recovered from my real life addiction (“tortured” used to be a positive guy descriptor for me in college), nothing fulfills my fantasies quite like a Bad Boy tempting a good woman.
My favorite Bad Boys? Vidal was my first and will always hold a strong place in my heart.
I am currently swooning over Don Draper from TV’s Mad Men, early 60’s ad man extraordinare who has it all and nothing at the same time. Men want to be him. Women want to sleep with him. And he couldn’t be more lost and alone. Hey, it works for me, baby.