Warlord Wulf thought nothing could be worse than being tortured and contaminated by the Hive. That was before he’s ordered to transport to Earth and represent The Colony in an unfamiliar horror… a human reality show. The Bachelor Beast is the hottest new program on Earth, but being set up with two dozen clingy females is not his idea of a good time. When his Beast refuses to show the slightest interest in any of the show’s potential mates, he knows he must choose one or die due to his raging mating fever.
His Beast prefers execution to claiming anyone but his true mate. Wulf is resigned to his fate, a one-way trip to Atlan, a prison cell and execution. It is the only honorable thing left to do.
Until one glance, one sweet, feminine scent lingering in the air and his beast rages for a female who is not supposed to be his.
But try telling that to his Beast when his entire body transforms on live television and one simple word thunders from his lips…MINE.
After reading Surprise Mates, I decided to go back and read Bachelor Beast, hoping for a light comedy based on the premise. It turned into more of a dramatic soap opera, unfortunately, with a drug blackmail subplot, death stakes for not picking a mate, Jerry Springer style reality TV confrontation, and a dramatic, gross, graphic killing of the bad guy at the end that didn’t bother the heroine at all (but def bothered me).
This style of romance is uncomfortably traditional for me, with her “ovaries twitching” at the sight of the guy being good with kids, and just wanting a strong protector who tells her she’s his everything. That’s fine for people who want that, but as a childfree person who resisted getting married for years because I wanted to preserve my independence, it’s not quite my jam 😉 I’ve encountered this ovary sensation described in other books, is it a real feeling people who want kids have?
These books are written for a specific audience, which is not me, and reveal some insecurities the author expects readers will relate to. It makes me sad that it’s an apparently common, relatable experience to think a sexual partner will care whether you are wearing sexy underwear, or that so many women are insecure in their attractiveness that they need sexy underwear to feel attractive to a partner.
I’ll have to look elsewhere for sci-fi romcoms 🤷♀️ The challenge with such a new and indie genre is that the niches haven’t really been explored yet, with many writers sticking to the (very profitable) main tropes and styles. It can be difficult to figure out which books are what you’re looking for, as well as which are of good quality. This series has the quality but never seems to be quite what I’m after.