Funny you should ask. I just blogged about how much I despise alpha heroes, even though they are so uber-popular, especially in erotic romances! The-I know-better-than-you-so shut-up-and-let-me-run-your life kind of heroes? Bleah.
But the other heroes I just can't get are the billionaires. I mean, how many are there, really, in the world? And of those, some are too young, some are too old, and a few are women. Most of them are born into their money, so they travel in different circles from the rest of us. Hemingway stole a conversation that Fitzgerald once had in front of him, with a literary critic. Fitzpatrick said, "The rich are different from the rest of us", and she replied, "Yes. They have more money". But Hemingway thought it sounded better if he gave himself that great punch line. But the point is they don't ONLY have more money. They are raised to think differently. Never having to work a day in your life gives you damn little empathy for people who worry if the bills will be paid, or if they will be able to eat today on what they make at their multiple minimum-wage jobs. Your life is totally separated from the concerns of us little people, and you have to be careful not to let your disdain slip out in public lest your PR people have to work overtime.
So the fantasy that such a man, with the entire world as his playground, will fall for Jane Nobody, the mousy secretary with low self-esteem, even if she is the only virgin he's ever met, is more of a stretch for me in belief than thinking that vampires and shifters really walk amongst us. It won't be his family's snobbishness that will ruin their torrid affair...it will be his, inbred into him from the time of his first breath. And like in most Fitzgerald books, when the poor person falls for a rich person, it can only end in disaster for the poor person. The rich person will be insulated from any pain by his money and his social status.
So now you know what kinds of books to never ask me to review, amIright?