We’ve got a double sexy celebration this week as we’re kicking off the release of our own Alexa Day’s revamped Illicit Impulse. Why double sexy? Because one, this book’s got a hot scientist – and Lady Smut readers know how much we love those smoldering brainiacs. Just ask Madeline Iva. She blogged about it here way back in 2013. And part 2 of this sexy duo celebration? Alexa’s particular scientist also wears glasses. Hot doggie! Grab me a fan while I swoon.
We all remember that silly saying about guys not making passes at girls who wear glasses, right? Well, as far as I’m concerned it’s all a steamin’ pile of hooey. Case in point: look at the hotness factor of the sexy librarian. What guy can resist a babe wrapped in brains? Bunned up hair comes tumbling down, horn-rimmed glasses reveal piercing baby blues just waiting to cast a come-hither look. Methinks any guy worth his salt would both hither AND cum. 😉
Same holds true for guys and glasses. They’re f**king sexy, a known fact that glasswear designers have glommed on to for years. Glasses are a little bit like wrapping on a gift. They have a unique way of hiding the present beneath them, which in the case of hot men are the gorgeous eyes behind their Warby Parkers. Glasses tease us, make us want to get into a position to take them off, tossing away the wrapping to get at the gift.
My contemporary erotic romance, Hot Bayou Nights, also features a smoldering scientist (who, just for the record, also has an amazing ass) whose gorgeous peepers are framed with glasses. To wit, when heroine Carla first meets Jackson she sees “locks of his disheved hair, dark brown and on the long side, brushed across his forehead that he swept back with a gesture both impatient and automatic. In the same movement he used a finger to push up round, frameless glasses that had slipped down his nose. Behind the glasses were blue, piercing eyes. Anyone see a problem there? Me neither.
Glasses have gone through waves of coolness, dorkiness, cool dorkiness, etc. The ultimate look of an awkward clod came by way of giant, thick-lensed, taped-up glasses that made the wearer’s eyes bug out like a fly’s. But as that old cigarette ad used to trumpet, “you’ve come a long way, baby.” Such is true for glasses. No longer relegated to “loser” status, glasses in fact are chic, sophisticated, status symbols of knowledge. They silently taunt and tease those who look upon the wearer, daring us to imagine what’s below that brainy exterior.
As I referenced above, the sexy librarian is just the kind of symbolic tease I’m talking about, at least for the men. But what about us gals? Who’s our dork-turned hunk? What buttoned-up, straight-laced guy turns into superman when those spectacles come off? Oh wait…
Yes indeedy, it’s superman himself to our rescue! Off come the glasses, away slips the awkard body language and shy stuttering. Beneath those giant specs are giant pecs! Well, anyway, you know what I mean.
If there’s a negative behind glasses it’s that they do, in fact, obscrure the wearer’s eyes, and eyes are an oh-so-sexy part of any guy. Eyes are expressive, saying so much without saying a thing. And when a man’s eyes are dark with desire and focused entirely on you, it doesn’t matter how cool his glasses might be. They’re coming off.
In the meantime, if you’ve got a hankering for a hot brainiac, check out Illicit Impulse. You’ll never think of scientists the same way again.