It's easy to make a hero notice the knock-out beauty standing in
the room. Attention is effortlessly drawn to the firecracker that's all bang
and smoke. How do you make him notice the slowly burning flame in the corner
with enough heat to sustain him through his entire life? There's something
about her, deeper than her skin and bigger than her boobs, to draw him in.
She's the heroine I want and it's her story I want to read.
I like a heroine who is pretty darned average on the outside. I'm
fine with a bit of softness at her waist and legs that DO quit at some length
shorter than Barbie Doll's proportions. Or maybe she is athletic and
flat-chested. After all, for every female body type, there is a man who prefers
it, and it's more fun to read (and write) about those interesting people than
the same stereotypical caricatures over and over and over.
As an author, I've written eight heroines so far, and I'd say only
two would be called beautiful by a casual observer. The others are plump or too
thin, or simply average, or even have a characteristic that is off-putting,
like weirdly colored eyes. Often, they are aware of their
"imperfections," making the hero's reassurances a beautiful part of a
growing relationship based on more than animal lust. And he isn't perfect
either.
This is an excerpt from my newest release, Eruption: Yellowblown™
Book One, where my heroine, Violet, is feeling strong but inadequate. She
accidentally met up with her crush on a bike ride, she pushed him hard coming
up a hill (he's rehabbing a knee) and they've just come to a stop in front of
their dorm.
He arranged his own gear
then looked at me with the green stare again, more intense than before. “I’m
sorry, I don’t remember your name.”
“I’m sure we freshman all
look alike.” I extended my hand. “Violet Perch.”
“Boone Ramer.” He took my
hand and, though our palms were hot and sweaty, he continued to hold it,
lighting a fuse of attraction that sparked up my wrist and past my elbow.
“Violet. Unusual name. I’ll remember it now.”
“Yeah, it’s kind of a
curse,” I said as the heat passed my shoulder to go straight to my skort.
“I didn’t mean unusual
bad. It’s nice. Feminine.” He released my hand while his eyes touched me,
sliding down my pink jersey and along legs I knew weren’t particularly long but
had hints of muscle definition.
I knew what I was. In our
world of breast enhancements and thigh gaps, I didn’t have the right dimensions
to attract a guy in Boone’s league, especially with my sports bra smashing my
itty bitty titties down to nothing. Helmet hair, sweat stained armpits, padded
bottoms, and black sturdy shoes completed the non-seductive, flat-chested
ensemble. I was all in.
His face sharpened in a
way that suggested he might like what he saw. My nostrils flared in immediate,
misguided response. God, he was magnetic.
“You’re in good shape,”
he said appreciatively. “I bonked on the last hill but you pulled me up.” He
waggled his brows at me. “Couldn’t let you make me look bad.”
My face flushed beyond
exercise-induced red. “You did good.” We wheeled our bikes toward the door and
I’d almost worked up the courage to ask if he’d like to ride together again
when a trilling voice called his name.
Twyla Blakelock, who’d
ignored me at a rush party last week, bounced up to press her glossy lips
against his mouth. Her nose wrinkled. “Ewww, you’re all sweaty,” she said.
What kind of moron
touches him and says Ewww, I thought. You’re ewww, Twyla.
“Hey, I’ll see you
later,” I said out loud, eternally grateful for the guy who came out the door
at the right time to hold it for me.
END
OF EXCERPT
If only Violet knew what Boone was really thinking. She doesn't
find out until Book Three, but it's worth the wait. And it always is worth the
wait to watch a NOT-a-super-model heroine attract the right man.
Title:
Eruption: Yellowblown™ Book One
Publisher:
self-published
Date
Published: September 13, 2014
Genre: New
Adult contemporary romance
Word Count:
69,000
I’m
in the middle of the perfect college semester, hundreds of miles from Mom, with
an awesome roomie and my freshman crush finally becoming a sophomore
reality—Hotness! I’m figuring out calculus, I’ve got both hands on the
handlebars and the wind of freedom in my hair. What on earth could slow my
roll?
How about if
the Yellowstone volcano erupts for the first time in 630,000 years, spewing a
continuous load of ash (crap) all over North America? Think that’ll put a kink
in my bicycle chain?
Make that kinks,
plural, because here’s a scientific fact I’ll bet you didn’t know. Nothing
ruins the perfect semester like a super caldera. Now that I’ve made you smarter
today, maybe you can tell me how to keep my life cruising in the right
direction—no to Mom, yes to roomie, double yes to Hotness!—during a global
disaster?
My lame name
is Violet and, in the interest of full disclosure, I’m not hanging from the
side of a cinder cone on the last page of this trauma, but there’s definitely
more to come. Unless, of course, humans become extinct and then there’s not.
Duh.
Available at Amazon
Author
bio:
J. Hughey
knows what a girl wants. Independence. One or two no-matter-what-happens
friends. A smokin’ hot romance. A basic understanding of geological concepts.
Huh? Okay, maybe not every girl is into geology, but J. Hughey is, and in the
Yellowblown™ series she combines her passion for a timeless love story with her
interest in geeky stuff to help Violet Perch get a life, despite an ongoing
global catastrophe.
J. Hughey
also writes historical romance as Jill Hughey. She lives in Pennsylvania with
her husband and two teenaged sons.
Contact:
Website: www.jillhughey.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/jillhugheyromance
Twitter:
@jillhughey
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I agree with you - "normal" body shaped heroines are attractive and more fun to read!
ReplyDeleteYes, we normal girls rock! Thanks for stopping by, Ashantay.
DeleteHi Jill,
ReplyDeleteI'm totally with you. I not only want a variety of body types, I want to see more heroines of diverse ethnic backgrounds.
Thank you so much for sharing with us today. :-)
Interesting point. I don't think I'd be good at writing a main character with a different ethnicity than me, though I enjoy creating a wide variety of secondary characters.
DeleteI love her description of herself, but mostly I love snark in a heroine. Nicely done. So does she push Twyla into the volcano as some sort of human sacrifice?
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure what happens to Twyla in the series yet. They're all separated when college closes and she might fade into the past. Thanks for stopping by!
DeleteBodies are the things we miss the most when we are ill and dying. I love that as authors we can bring in so many different bodies, people, personalities, all the things that make us human! I wish you all the best!
ReplyDeleteYou're right Melissa. We worry so much about how we look when what is important is how we feel!
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