By Brenda Chitwood
Okay, I admit it, I have had an ongoing affair with Mr. Darcy. Well, to be honest, Rochester has always had a place in my heart, too. I'm such a slut. J. D. Robb's Roarke is to die for.
|Colin Firth in "Pride and Prejudice"|
Who am I kidding, I love them all. One thing they all seem to have in common is being wealthy. Money never hurts.
These guys don't sit around in their underwear munching cheese doodles and squashing empty beer cans on their foreheads. On the flip side, I doubt any of them would fall into mad lust with my lumpy figure or the chocolate smears on my mouth.
|Swept off her feet by a handsome man|
That's the beauty of romantic fiction. The men are perfect and we find the heroines easily ignored. In fact, I become Elizabeth, Jane or Eve. Although, Eve would probably kick me from New York to Texas.
|Hugh Jackman, just because he's dreamy|
As a reader, I fall into the arms of the hero and never have to pick up his dirty socks. As a writer, I scream at the hero in my story to behave and stop being such an ass.
|Heroes don't write themselves--|
and sometimes they don't cooperate
with their author
After hours of looking at a blank page and imagining my hero laughing at my frustration, I decide to change into my stretchiest sweat pants, find my stash of Snickers hidden in the back of my bookshelf and see what chaos Karen Marie Moning's Barrons is creating. Oh my, is he HOT!
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