My Kind of Hero
Handles Life
When I began writing this post, I wondered what I could say that
would put a different spin on heroes and the role they play in our novels and
our lives. Not an easy task, so after a large glass of wine, and a spate of
philosophical posturing I gave up, having typed just one question: who can’t
help loving a sexy hero?
I see a number of you are waving and mouthing, “Me, me!” And I’m
with you. Physical beauty, or the lack of, is often how we make an immediate
determination about people. I’m shallow enough to admit that a sculpted
chest, well-muscled thigh, or shock of dark hair in just the right place
gives me a cardio workout.
Pair that with thoughtful adaptability and competence and I’m a
goner.
Yep, I love flexibility in a man, and I’m not talking the
double-jointed kind. (Though that doesn’t hurt.) When a novel features a human hero who
can bounce back from learning his love interest is a shape-changer or
super-hero and then accepts her for herself, he’s got me on his side. Or when
the hero discovers the woman he just asked for a date is opposing counsel in a
nasty divorce case? Yet he finds a way to woo her anyway? Yep, points scored
for creativity.
