So I found this harlequin romance paperback today, and normally I just toss those right over without paying them much mind, but the cover of this one made me pause. Sure that the artist was just taking liberties, I checked out the back.
I’m dubious. I should read a passage:
It is a literal bear.
Okay yeah I’ll admit it I’m going to read this but only because it sounds like the most fucked up romance novel in existence.
You have some explaining to do, Canada.
"Werebears? Where? Bears? Men that are bears? M’aiq is done talking."
Is the governor general’s award a real thing and if so how the hell did this win it?
I am shocked and appalled! Also please note that the bear is my favourite animal, and werebear is like tops on my mythical creatures list.
This is however just about a girl getting dirty with a bear. And that’s hilarious.
That… is a fascinating-looking book XD
Hahaha oh man, I actually heard about this book off of tumblr— in Nancy Pearl’s ‘More Book Lust’, there was, I kid you not, a section about animal romance, where ‘Bear’ was pretty highly praised. There were two other books in the section that did not seem quite as… zoophilic as ‘Bear’, despite following the same very broad theme. (one was a chimp that falls in love with a human man and she goes on to engage in romcom style hijinks to get rid of his human fiancee so she can take her place, one was about a man whose wife turns into a fox, runs off, comes back with fox kits in tow that aren’t his, and he just has to kind of try and make things work? I cannot remember the titles and authors of those, though)