By: Gail Carriger
Genre: Steampunk, Paranormal Romance, Historical Fiction (1870's)
Location: London, England
Lord Conall Maccon is the male Alpha werewolf in the Parasol Protectorate series and also one of our favorite all time paranormal hotties. (I told Jen Soulless was a must read for this reason!) Forever frozen in time as a gorgeous hunk of man flesh, he gives a fresh take on the steampunk PNR. We've had many a fantasy about this sexy beast, and would love nothing more than to be Miss Alexia Tarabotti (parasol included) and be allowed to bed this….excellently proportioned…. Werewolf.(*grins* Books would never lie!)So we have many an image of this man/wolf, and let’s just say that it involves a lot of muscle, lovely brown locks and a Scottish temper to boot. *gasps* Oh man, and his smile is lovely and has the ability to weaken the knees. (Is that too much for a girl to ask for?) we think that one of our favorite things about this werewolf is his inability to figure out why nobody has even taken up with Ms. Tarabotti. Geesh, she seams perfectly gorgeous and lovely and all her curves seem good to him, even if she seems quite intolerable personality wise. Or does she?
Well, all of us who have read Ms. Carriger’s work know that he loves her intolerable personality because it matches up with his own. He may be a gruff man, but he says it like it is and loves that his wife gives him a run for his money *figuratively speaking*.
Okay, maybe not, but a girl can dream right?! He is such an excellently written character who doesn’t try to hold back his woman… well, maybe he does just a little, but it’s not like she listens. He is sexy, hot, sweet and loving. He is strong and smart and knows how to give a girl some lovin’ with his whole self *starts sweating*. We really need to find ourselves a werewolf.
(These 2 really are my main picks (Gerard Butler). Think this with the hair in BDF's picture on the bottom right and the sexy Scottish brogue! I'm getting all hot just thinking about it!)
"Mark my words, I will use something much, much stronger than smelling salts," came a growl in Miss Tarabotti's left ear. The voice was low, and tinged with a hint of Scotland. It would have caused Alexia to shiver and think primal monkey-thoughts about moons and running far and fast, if she'd had a soul. Instead it caused her to sigh in exasperation and sit up. ~ Soulless
Lord Conall Maccon, Earl of Woolsey, was yelling. Loudly. This was to be expected from Lord Maccon, who was generally a loud sort of gentleman – the ear-bleeding combination of lung capacity and a large barrel chest. ~ Changeless
He was not drunk in the halfhearted manner of most supernatural creatures, wherein twelve pints of bitter had finally turned the world slightly fuzzy. No, Lord Maccon was rip-roaring, tumble down, without a doubt, pickled beyond the gherkin. ~ Blameless
You can find more Lord Maccon located in between the
Changeless (The Parasol Protectorate #2)
And Coming Very Soon!
Blameless (The Parasol Protectorate #3)
September 1st 2010