While us gals read for the heroine’s adventure, it’s really the guys we’re interested in, isn’t it? I mean, yes, we love our heroines and their journeys. There might be some that we’ll pick out as our favorites -maybe a few we hold close to our hearts as role models – but when you ask the average romance-aficionado what she loves most about her favorite books, she’ll reply with a name.
The hero’s name.
Because it’s them we fall in love with, don’t we?
Whether it’s Roarke, Barrons, Bones, Jaimie Fraser or Mr. Darcy, these men take on larger-than-life spaces in our minds and hearts. When the sneering, uncaring masses accuse romance of giving us unrealistic expectations, we know that’s simply not true.
The Book Boyfriend remains a fantasy. We understand that no real life man could be like that.
But we can dream, can’t we?
In fact, the dream is a big part of the fun. In the world of fiction, we can ALL share Roarke, even if we squabble some over dibs. In our own minds and hearts, he belongs to us. That’s a beautiful thing.
Writing a hero isn’t always easy. First of all, much like real world men, they arrive with their own set of attitudes, beliefs and grievances. They take a bit of coaxing and domesticating to be worth the heroine’s time – much like real world men!
When I started Five Golden Rings, I knew a lot about my heroine. She would be going on solo Christmas vacation in the Caribbean, but she wouldn’t be alone for long. She’d meet a guy who’d suggest a vacay fling – Twelve Kinky Days of Christmas.
What kind of guy does this??
First of all, he has to be intriguing enough for her to be on board. He needs to be into control and kink, but in a non-alphahole way – because my CEO heroine would not be into that. He had to be smart enough to be interesting and just a little exotic.
He’s a corporate lawyer with all that entails – ambition, drive, a teensy bit of OCD. He’s also passionate, sensual in a delightful Latin way, and driven by a few demons. Miguel brought an exotic flavor to the story – and to my heroine’s fairly white-bread world – that I hadn’t expected and turned out to be very fun to play with.
I might have fallen in love a little.
Shh…don’t tell my husband!