The Perfect Hero? by Hanna Martine
When Beth asked me to participate in this blog contest to launch her incredible new erotic series, I told her I was going to talk about the hero I want to fall in love with when I read, and the man I love to write about in my own books.
You know, that incredibly poised man who commands a room, whether it’s from the words he speaks or merely his presence. In contrast, he can be brought to his knees by someone else. Someone who crumbles his poise, or who forces him to give over command, whether he wants to or not. In those rare moments when he’s caught off guard, when he’s stripped of that careful control he carries with him in every other facet of his life, his grace falters, he isn’t perfect. It’s a beautiful thing to witness, as he regains the dominion that’s his and his alone.
That man who is confident where and when he has to be–with his job, or dealing with people, or in his beliefs. Maybe he’s a bit bull-headed when it comes to certain things, but he’ll eventually admit he doesn’t know everything. Though he may be reluctant to learn new things at first, when the lessons hit, they hit hard, and the person he loves is usually wielding the bat. Afterward, he isn’t shy or ashamed to seek comfort.
That man who has secrets. Ones you know he has … and ones you don’t. He thinks he wants to keep those secrets, that it’s better to keep them locked up and hidden away, until someone breaks through and shows him they’re easier to bear on two sets of shoulders.
The kind of guy who knows exactly what he likes and wants in the bedroom. The kind of guy who can satisfy his partner. He may want to be in control or he may let his partner take the reins, but either way he is present and invested, and most likely his heart gets tangled up in all the physical pleasure. He loves it furious, but also slowly passionate. Above all, he knows how to kiss. And he always lets the other person teach him a thing or two.
He’s protective of what’s his, but doesn’t believe in leashes. He acknowledges the need for growth in the person he considers a match, and he’d pound the crap out of anyone who says differently. His partner is his, no doubt, but he or she is also their own person, capable of making their own choices, taking care of themselves. Above all, he believes in respect.
And of course, he’s sexy. Not just because of the way he looks, but because everything above amplifies his physical appeal tenfold.
So. I was going to write all about that hero, and then I realized … those are the exact same traits I look for in a romance heroine.
Take everything I just said above. Exchange “she” or “her” pronouns where warranted. Voila. Put this layered woman up against such a profound man, and that, my friends, is the holy grail of romances.
Magic is Corporate America’s best-kept secret.
Gwen possesses the unique ability to pick up any language in an instant—a power that will globally expand the profitable family business. As dutiful future leader of her race of water elementals, she’ll do anything to protect her people’s secrets and bloodlines—including enter an arranged marriage. Inside, however, she yearns for forbidden human men.
Reed is a mercenary addicted to the money and adrenaline rush of his work. After he inadvertently saves Gwen’s life, he ignites her taboo desire for men without magic—and with bodies of gods. Just as things heat up, Reed discovers that Gwen is exactly who he’s been hired to kidnap. He resolves to put work before lust, yet her luscious beauty and fiery spirit unravel him…
But there is a terrible truth behind Gwen’s family business—and now, caught between the kinsmen she no longer trusts and an enemy bent on vengeance, the only ally she has is her abductor…
The Allure was intoxicating. A tempting, evil drug that could snare you permanently if you weren’t careful. At this point, surrounded by Mr. Tattoo’s sizzling heat, trying it once and then going cold turkey seemed virtually impossible.
Disobedience had never felt so seductive.
“I like the way that skirt looks on you,” he said, staring at her mouth. His tone changed. His words changed. They felt like a caress. “And those boots.”
She took the compliment the way she knew how, by deflection. “Came straight from work. One of those days.”
That tease of a smile again. “Yeah. It sure was.”
When the denim of his jeans brushed against the small bare patch of skin between her knee-high boot and skirt hem, she gasped.
He leaned in, so close his breath ruffled the hair next to her ear. “What’s your name?”
The rest of the bar dropped away like a trapdoor.
She turned her head just enough to make out the details of his tattoo. Leaf- and thorn-covered vines twisted around his neck, the tip of the last leaf resting just below his earlobe. She clenched her fingers, resisting the urge to touch it. To touch him.
Her voice came out in shaky threads. “Gwen.”
She felt him smile. “Gwen. I’m Reed.”
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