And, going by the state of romance covers these days, our taste in certain other traits has changed from ginormous Fabio pecs to ubiquitous sleeked out abs.
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Of course, that would be the outer man, and we're all about the inner man today.
I'm having fun as I type this, but isn't it true that we women want to know what makes a man tick? We want to understand our in the flesh heroes the same as the men we explore in a book. To do that, some classification is required.
My theory: We have a basic archetype we like to read.
Oh, we might stray now and then, dallying with another kind of hero. Eventually, we go back to our admired alphas, beloved brooders, or darling debauchers. Have you taken a good look at your keeper shelf? Is there a common thread among the men you stick with as a reader?
I went through an alpha and lone wolf phase with my Vikings, but this other man kept showing up in my head. I had to write him down, and boy was I surprised to find a brilliant recluse. He was mysterious and whip smart with a dose of snarky and bossy.
His name? Lord Edward, Earl of Greenwich. The funny thing is I don't tend to write dukes and earls (but I love to read them!). I prefer men in the trenches and all of a sudden there was this...man.
Better than me trying to explain, meet him in this "Why not come here" excerpt from Meet the Earl at Midnight:
She cleared her throat. “Let me assure you, my lord, today’s behavior is most unusual for me. I am not a snoop.” She emphasized the not with all starch.
“Words, Miss Montgomery, mere words. You’ve been full of assurances and light on action since I met you last night.” He crossed his arms over his chest; pale sunlight filtered through clouds, touching him everywhere.
Not toying…flirting? At least his version of flirtation.
“I’m in your home, aren’t I? Awaiting your pleasure.” The prim fold of her hands knocked any salaciousness from her words.
“True.” He nodded. “But there is an axiom in science, a law of nature if you will that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. I think that applies here…call it a consequence to one’s behavior.” Then, his gaze flicked over her head to toe. His eyebrows pressed together as if something bothersome came to mind.
“Is something wrong, milord?”
“Come here.” He spoke with his lordly, commanding tone.
Warning bells went off in her head.
Lydia rooted to the spot. “I…what do you want?”
“For you to come here.” One side of his mouth slid up. “In fact, I’d find it refreshing if you did whatever I asked the first time I issued a command.”
“Wha…” Eyes rounding, Lydia couldn’t finish the word in her indignation.
“Please.” He added, tipping his head in gentleman’s fashion.
His high and mighty lordliness had the upper hand, but he softened the advantage with that please.
“What are you going to do?”* * *
“Why not come here and find out?”
“Why not come here and find out?”
Over a year ago, I organized a fun survey asking "What's your favorite kind of hero?"
I'd like to do the same here today. Here are the choices:
A) Arrogant Alpha
B) Brooding Ruffian
C) Brilliant Recluse
D) Debauched Rogue
E) Wounded Soldier
F) Lone Wolf
G) Tender Beta
Please share your latest favorite kind of man (and if you think I've left an archetype out, feel free to add your flavor). Tell me why you like him, and next week I'll draw a winner from the comments. The prize?
A $25 B&N gift card for anyone in the US or Canada.
I'll give this a week and draw a name April 23rd (be sure and leave your email). Please tell a friend! Share this link.
And speaking of links, if you're interested in more Meet the Earl at Midnight, click this MEET THE EARL AT MIDNIGHT or find the book here:
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