My Book Boyfriend (3): Aiden Wallace from A Werewolf in Manhattan

Yay it’s hump day – and you know what that means! It’s time to shine the spotlight on my literary hottie of the week! For this week’s My Book Boyfriend, I bring you Aiden Wallace, the scrumdillyumptious male lead in Vicki Lewis Thompson’s cute little paranormal romance A Werewolf in Manhattan. What’s My Book Boyfriend, you ask? Well it’s a weekly meme created by Missie over at the Unread Reader that allows giggly book bloggers such as myself to match their literary crushes with a hot celebrities.

While reading this book, I couldn’t help but picture Victor Webster, the guy who played Vic Donovan in the Lifetime Movie adaptation of Killer Hair. Confession – I picture this ridiculously good looking man in pretty much every romance involving a tall, dark and handsome bad boy.

The gist: Emma Gavin writes about werewolves, but that doesn’t mean she believes in them-not until a pack of real-life New York weres decide to investigate the striking accuracy of her “fiction.” When Aiden Wallace, son and heir of the pack leader, tries to sniff out Emma’s potential informant, he discovers something even more dangerous – an undeniable attraction to her.

Description: Tall, dark and mysterious with broad shoulders that fill out his custom-made suit without the benefit of padding. He has the chiseled jawline of a shaving commercial model, a strong nose and a high forehead. Thick hair the color of chocolate and eyes the shade of warm caramel.

My collection of swoon-worthy quotes:

“Wanting her was dangerous. She was not of his kind, and if she learned what he was, she could put the pack at risk. Yet desire waylaid him each time he caught her scent.”

“When confronted with the powerful aphrodisiac that was Emma’s essence, he struggled to remember his own name. The more he allowed himself to succumb to that heady feeling, the more complicated the problem became.”

“He gave thanks that he had command of a man’s body, as well as the form of a wolf. Without a man’s body, he wouldn’t be able to savor this prelude, this dance of mouths that taunted them both with what was to come.”

“I’ve fought it with every breath in my body, Emma, but I can’t fight it anymore. I love you . And because I do, I must give you the choice to walk away. I want what’s best for you.”

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