You know, I don't understand why some people are adamant that zombies can never be romantic figures in romance novels.
After all, we used to say the same thing about werewolves. All that transformation and flesh tearing, eeuw. And they are so hairy! (And ugly, if you look at all those werewolves in B-grade horror movies.) And wolves, like all doggy creatures, like licking at their own crotch! And they drool too. Let's not start with the stench. Since these wolves run around bare-footed and don't go for jabs at the vet, think of the size of the tapeworms living in their guts. And yet, and yet, look at the number of romances featuring werewolves today and the number of people who insist that they are actually wolves born in human forms when they attend furry conventions.
As for vampires, where do I even start? They drink blood, so one has to expect that they suffer from a case of halitosis. I mean, brushing one's teeth can be a chore with those fangs, and I can't imagine Listerine, with its alcoholic and acidic content, being kind of dead flesh. They sleep in coffins filled with dirt, eeuw. I bet one can find earthworms stuck in their pockets and maybe even other orifices in their dead bodies. And who knows what kind of parasites lurk in their mouth and other body cavities - we are, after all, talking about dead flesh. Plus, their skin is cold and clammy to the touch. Dead people, remember? But now we have silly kids running around wanting to be vampires.
I think zombies can make romantic heroes if we do the same thing that we did for werewolves and vampires: have them eat meat of animals rather than humans and have them nicely preserved from decay and rot thanks to their carnivorous diet.
Why do I write this? I'm feeling sorry for the ghouls and the zombies. In every urban fantasy romance, the vampires and the werewolves are depicted as cool while poor ghouls and zombies are portrayed as mindless monsters or one-dimensionally nasty brainless minions of some rogue vampire/demon. Even demons and devils, with their cloven hoofs and tails and barbed scourges, are considered more sexy than the poor zombie.
So how about it? We need to give those poor flesh-eating creatures a break. Give them some love and a happy home!
I draw the line at tentacled monsters, though. I blame this on the Japanese. They have scarred me too much to even consider the idea of a tentacle as ideal husband material.