Top 10 Book Boyfriends
Hello! I’m Mya Robarts, the author of the dystopian romance novel, The V Girl. One of the questions I would ask my favorite authors if or when I had the chance to meet them will be, “Who are your fictional crushes? It would be delightful to find this little piece of themselves and then read the books that feature their book boyfriends (or girlfriends) and make comparisons. Here are my top book boyfriends:
10) Peeta Mellark- The Hunger Games Series
The strength of his feelings, his high set of morals, and his unquestionable loyalty to Katniss make him one of the best book boyfriends. It doesn’t hurt that he has muscles.
9) Lestat de Lioucourt- The Vampire Chronicles
Lestat is one of my favorite anti-heroes. He’s the perfect combination of arrogance, rebelliousness, and poetic self-awareness. I fell in love with him when I met him for the first time in an interview with the Vampire.
8) Lucious Malfoy – The Harry Potter Series
The way Jason Isaacs portrayed him in the movie adaptations made me fall in love with a character who I had overlooked while reading the books.
7) Travis Maddox – Beautiful Disaster
He makes rash decisions, and seems to be calling for trouble, but his eternal commitment to pigeon and the combination of sweetness with strength makes him one of my favorite book boyfriends.
6) Jem Carstairs – The Infernal Devices Series
He’s the guy with a heart of gold and the terrible illness. I have soft spots for chivalrous gentlemen and Jem represents the quintessential, chivalrous hero.
5) Minho – The Maze Runner Series
Minho is a smart, Snarky, and a courageous leader, not to mention he has the Asian look that I find extremely attractive.
4) Mr. Darcy – Pride and Prejudice
He’s broody, mysterious, and 100% committed to his lady.
3) Magnus Bane –The Mortal Instruments
What’s not to love? He has magnetic Asian features and self and he throws parties for his cat.
2) Will Herondale - The Infernal Devices Series
Will has a lot of treats that I appreciate in a hero such as a tragic past, loyalty to the people he loves and a funny, snarky side.
- Aleksey Fürst. – The V Girl.
I have an unhealthy crush on General Fürst. He’s dominant, possessive, handsome, masculine and strong. Yet, he’s gentle in spite of his height and build. He’s never mean to his woman and yet he manages to have certain control over Lila without abusing his power. I love that he fell for Lila and life hard. I hope that soon, you’ll add him to your list of book boyfriends.
What about you? Who are your top ten fictional boyfriends?
She spent years trying to become a contemporary dance choreographer. Eventually she realized that she enjoyed writing her stories rather than dancing to them.
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The V Girl
In post-apocalyptic North America, rape and sexual slavery are legal. Lila Velez, desperately wants to lose her virginity before the troops visit her town and can take it away by force. She makes plans to seduce her only friend, Rey, the most attractive man in her town. Lila does not love him but he is the only man who has shown her true affection, an affection she is willing to take as a substitute of love.Excerpt:
Lila’s coping mechanism to her mother’s rape and kidnapping is her secret. A secret that will bring her closer to Aleksey, a foreign, broody man. Lila does not trust him because his links to the troops and his rough, yet irresistible appearance. Aleksey offers Lila an alternative to her plans, a possibility that terrifies her…and tempts her in spite of herself.
All the while Lila will have to find a way to live in the constant company of death, slavery, starvation, sexual abuse and the danger of losing the people she loves the most.
Due to mature content, this book is intended for +18 readers.
Just then I hear sounds above the current noise. Steps on the river beach. I’m barely armed not to mention undressed and unprepared. My razors might keep Starville peeping toms at bay, but they’ll be useless against soldiers.
I hear steps approaching and I wade away. In no time I find myself far from where I left my clothes. My best chance to safely get out of this situation is to avoid a fight. I can remain hidden if I move to the other side of the river behind the rocks. If soldiers see me so vulnerable and naked, I’m doomed.
I need to hurry. I have to head home soon and make sure my dad and siblings are safe.
The steps sound like they come from only one person but I can’t be sure. As they sound closer, I notice they come from my right.
I don’t know what I’m more afraid of: the intruder being an armed soldier or the fact of being caught so exposed.
Trying to not splash attract attention, I put distance between me and the steps. Hiding behind some bushes and rocks, I submerge myself, leaving only my head above the water line.
I stand still. Several minutes pass and I hear nothing. When I consider it safe to leave my hiding place, I swim, splashing as little as I can.
Then I notice something that makes my heart skip a beat.
I’m not the only person here. There’s someone else treading the water. I can’t see how many people are around, but I can hear as someone else splashes.
A feel of panic rushes hot through my veins.
I’m surprised no one’s attacked me yet. Haven’t they seen me? Does the splashing come from Starvillers hiding from the shots as well?
For a moment there’s only silence. Then another shot startles me and I fight my body to keep calm. I swim as fast as I can, not caring about silence anymore. Better to put distance between myself and my possible enemies. The water and the current make my escape slow. I reach a point where the water is only at my knees and I’m hiding behind a trunk.
Then I see him.
A young man, so tall and built that for a moment, I think he’s Sasquatch minus the fur. The water only covers him around the thighs. No one in Starville, not even Rey, is so big or built. His strong muscles reveal years of military training and hint at the drug use that makes Patriot soldiers so inhumanly tall and big. Wet strands of sandy blond hair run down his broad shoulders. A tattoo on his back tells me he has been in combat and is to be respected. A soldier! Something tells me he’s alone.
My stomach clenches in panic. I’m terrified of Patriot soldiers. They are sadistic giants and killing machines. The tonics they take to build their muscles and stature make them extremely dangerous and violent. And horny.
I lose sight of him for a moment. He emerges in a different spot where the water is deeper. He is so tall, the water covers only up his waist while he’s standing. He must be at least seven feet tall. When he moves I can see his most private areas. Every part of him is enormous.
He’s in the very spot I left my clothes. I could wait for him to go, but what if others come to join him? What if they plan to camp here? I want to go home to check on my dad and the twins. The possibility of being discovered with no one to witness when he rapes me makes the hairs on the back of my neck prick. I won’t wait for the coast to be clear, risking discovery and gang rape.
He doesn’t seem to be in attack mode. The soldier is inclined and rubbing foam around his huge torso. He is bathing! I suspect he has a good reason to be unbothered by the shots. If he’s not startled, it’s likely whoever’s making the racket will take his side.
Suppressing the fear that runs through my veins, I force my mind to remain focused. For a moment, I consider attacking him while he’s so naked and defenseless. I’ve been practicing knife throwing with my rebel group. But I’m still learning and suck at it. I rarely hit the target. Besides, Sasquatch’s nakedness and apparent relaxed behavior are deceiving. I’m armed while bathing, so he probably is too. What if he alerts his companions?
I don’t stand a chance fighting against a trained unit of steroid-injected soldiers. At this moment my only advantage is my knowledge of the hiding places of this river. And stealth. I can do stealth.
He’s blocking the only way to get my clothes and the safer spot to get out of the river. There’s a gargantuan rock behind him that reaches not far from where I’m hiding. If I could climb it unseen, I could get back my clothes and escape. The only other option is to swim to the other side, where the current is too strong.
The soldier submerges frequently and emerges several minutes after. I pay attention to the soldier’s face. He looks extremely sad. Sadness isn’t an emotion I associate with soldiers.
When he rubs his face with foam and closes his eyes, I silently approach the low part of the current and climb the rock. I’m still naked and holding a knife awkwardly. If I can pass him, I’ll hide on the other side and then dress completely unnoticed.
I put my foot on the base of the rock. The water has made it smooth and slippery. There are few places to put my fingers and climb on. But I manage to climb my way up.
When I’m almost at the top, I toss my knife over the rock to free my hands. From here I can confirm the soldier is by himself.
Sasquatch is back under the water now and hasn’t resurfaced for a while. In spite of the danger, I’m impressed. He has lung capacity.
The higher I climb, the less visible I become to him. He finally emerges to take air, but I hide until he goes back under.
I’m close to my goal when my feet become slippery traitors.
I fall to the water below me.
Butt first. Straight toward the soldier’s head.