Kimberly Lang floats over to The Pink Heart Society to take a turn spinning the Male on Monday wheel...
If there’s a rule that the males on Mondays have to be real people, I was not told about it. And don’t make one now because I’m revisiting my crush on Spike today.
I’m not a huge fan of vampires in general (and that’s another blog entirely), but I’ve been a Spike fan since the moment he crashed into the Sunnydale sign.
Angel was rather annoying with the constant brooding, but Spike… yowza. He might be a bad, bad dude, but those cheekbones are enough to make a girl weigh the odds.
And his character arc was so well-written that I fell a little more in love with him each season. When Buffy finally gave in, I was ecstatic. Mainly because that gave the director many more reasons to show Spike shirtless.
I like my men lean. Muscle without bulk.
And, holy dog, Spike had the sexy smolder look down pat. Pure sex. If I could put that look into words or even begin to write the scene you know is playing in Spike’s head, I’d be topping every bestseller list in the world.
Spike was complicated: cool, irreverent, evil, honest, funny, sweet, cruel, passionate, vulnerable, selfish… sometimes all in the same scene.
And sexy as hell.
(And yes, James Marsters is a cutie. He’s a talented actor and musician, and from what I hear, a genuinely nice guy. But he’ll always be Spike. And if he’s not Spike, then I’m struggling for interest… He’s just better as a blond, evil, hottie.)
Feel free to weigh in on Spike vs. Angel. (But leave Edward out of it. Spike would kill him on principle…)
The hero in Kimberly Lang’s August Modern Heat is neither blond nor evil. But he is a hottie…