What is it exactly about a bad boy that makes a girls panties fall off?
I find myself attracted the bad boy not only in books or tv but in real life.
Books – Nick Roman from Fallen Angel (of course) and Tyler Malone from Alisa Anderson’s Give and Receive Series.
Television-Damian on Vampire Diaries, Klaus on The Originals, Tony Soprano from the Soprano’s.
If he’s a bad boy I’m there!
In trying to break the bad boy habit (I’m not quite there yet) I’ve started looking into the reasons behind why I’m attracted to them in the first place. I mean, the person behind Nick Roman in Fallen Angel, definitely is a bad boy. Yet, I still find myself totally in love with him.
Why the frill is that?
In examining my head (a very scary thing to do), I came up with a few behind why.
He makes me feel adventurous…dangerous.
I knew from the moment I met him Nick he wasn’t going to fulfill some biological desire to be my baby’s daddy. To me he was exhilarating…tantalizing…dangerous. I knew I shouldn’t be with him. Hell I was warned by multiple people. He’s way too dangerous…stay away from him!
Yet I did it anyway. The call of becoming his bad girl became too much to handle. I cracked, totally falling for his charms and personality. And, he has a personality that is for sure. One that permeates confidence. Hell, enough confidence for ten men.
Let’s be real girls…we find confidence super sexy in a man. We love a man who knows how to handle his business with absolutely no reservations about what he says or does. We love men who have a swagger in their step. A contagious charisma. He is who he is. There is no need to brag or boast about his shit. He lets it all do the talking for him.
Usually, that confidence follows him into the bedroom. They are experienced, they take control. They never second guess a move, they just do it.
Let’s face it, there is no way in hell Nick could have ever got away with half the sh88 he did if he didn’t have the confidence to back that sh88t up. Oh and trust me, that confidence did follow him into the bedroom =)
In keeping with personality traits, I found him to be completely mysterious. Oh, how I do love a good mystery.
I had a very strong desire to find out what made this man tick. Why was he like he was? What made him do the things he did? I had to find out! While giving it my best shot, to this day I have not yet cracked the code to Nick Roman. I probably never will…but I’m still having fun trying.
Given all the above, the truth really comes down to I thought somehow I could save him.
Come on! This man was/is the Holy Grail of challenges. I thought maybe, just maybe I could turn him into a gentleman, a good guy…my baby’s daddy. Somehow, the hurt inside of his soul could be removed by my love. I could help him grow. I would help him heal.
The fact was it was I who needed to grow and to be healed.
Ladies, take it from a bad boy junky – do the “right” thing and date good guys. Guys who don’t engage in illegal activity, who are loyal, trustworthy.
If you meet a man like this run! Run far…run fast from a complicated man to love, where the road to happiness is never easy. Where there is frequent heart break, pain, misery.
But know if you don’t maybe…just maybe you’ll be lucky enough for love to find a way in the end and ending up one hell of a story to tell!
This one is mine…
He opened the door for her, and she climbed into his Benz. When he shut the door and climbed into the car as well, she knew there was no going back. He smiled at her, his look one of anticipation…and lust.
Journey blared from the radio as they drove quickly down the Jersey Pike. She couldn’t help but laugh at him singing Any Way You Want It. Neither of them spoke and you could cut the building sexual tension with a knife.
They pulled up to what had to be his infamous apartment. She knew he had a house in Elizabeth along with his wife. His wife…..Jess knew when she walked in there with him exactly what she would be doing to her and was shocked she truly didn’t care.
He jumped out of the car, opening the door for her. When she got out he grabbed her hand, leading her up wooden stairs. When they reached the top, he told her to stay on the porch for a moment. He then took out his gun, opened the door and went inside. Within a few minutes he reappeared.
“Had to make sure we were alone?” Jess rolled her eyes as she walked past him. Trying her hardest not to sound jealous.
“Had to get the video ready.” He was sarcastic, and sounded harsh. And bitter.
“I’m sorry. It’s just…you’re married and-”
“I have not slept with my wife in years. She barely let me touch her when I was allowed to.” Nick laughed humorlessly. “Look, can we not do this now? Yes, I’m married. You deserve an explanation, and sometime, I’ll give you one, but not tonight. Is that ok with you?
When she turned from the door the blue sun dress she wore swayed yet clung to her hips. He saw her back was bare almost to her ass. She spoke without turning.
“Consider the subject closed. For now.”
“Thank you. Want a drink? Wine?”
“Sure, wine would be great.”
He disappeared around the corner and she moved to the couch in front of the bay window to look out. Nick returned with two glasses of wine and stopped in his tracks.
Jess’ hair hung over her shoulder in cascading curls. The moon shone through the window and caught her dress making it almost transparent. He was still standing there when she turned, settling onto the couch, crossing one long leg over the other. She spread her arms out on the back of the couch expansively.
He finally made himself walk toward her and handed her the wine as he sat down.
“Not half as stunning as the view from here, kid.”
She turned slightly, angling her knees as close to him as possible. At first glance he appeared to be completely relaxed. He had one arm resting on the back of the couch while the other gripped his wine glass. He sipped his wine and she noticed his free hand was in a fist, his jaw tight. It was like he was holding himself under rigid control.
He leaned forward and placed the wine on the table, reaching over taking hers as well. He placed his hands around her waist, lifting her onto his lap with little effort, moving her legs so she was facing him. Putting both hands in her hair, he pulled her to him and kissed her, claiming her mouth with brute force he couldn’t control. His tongue filled her mouth with an intoxicating taste of wine…and Nick.
When Jess packed up her belongings and fled her small hometown in Kansas, she never looked back. Free from her family’s dark past she was finally able to pursue her lifelong dream as a professional dancer. She never expected to find herself at his door…or at his club.
Nikolas was unlike any other man she had ever met. Sexy…Alluring…Predatory. Dangerous. The kind of man with more secrets than even she had. Every instinct warned Jess against knowing him further, but she always did like playing with fire…
Nikolas Roman took one look at Jess and knew she was trouble from the very start. But something about the defiant twist of her mouth and the wide, haunted eyes of a damaged soul touched him in places he had long ago thought dead. He knew he needed to stay far away from her for his own sanity, but like a moth to a flame he was helpless to resist…
Working at Takers gentleman’s club was the last place Jess thought she would find herself, but she quickly learned how the game was played. See what you want, take what you can get…but at what cost?
well…alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don’t judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you’re alright, buddy. you’re ok in my book. now c’mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.
she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that’s it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?
but alas…apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey’s genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well…yeah, i wouldn’t have suggested it…(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. 🙂
When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen’s terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.
She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.
Does your mother know what you’re reading?