By CiCi Barnes
Where do your hunky heroes come from and how do you describe them? Are they born in your head, displayed in a magazine, big as life on the big screen, or sizzling on the small screen in your den? Is he blond, brunette? Usually, we add ‘or redhead’ when speaking of the female lead, but I haven’t read any books, as I recall, with a carrot-topped hero. Blue, brown, or green eyes? I’ve even read of some smoky, gray eyes. Do all your heroes tend to have similar physical characteristics, or do you mix it up? What do you lean toward in real life?
I lean toward the old clichéd tall, dark and handsome. Brunettes seem to tingle my spine more than blondes. One eye color over another hasn’t spun me out of control, but the look in them needs to smolder. I like a few muscles, but not over-the-top pecs. A warm nice smile completes the pitter-patter-of-my-heart ideal.
My first-ever written hunky hero fires up my glands when I think about him still. He was hard to get out of my head when I had to reach for my next Adonis. It took some doing to transfer my passion.
But even as I scavenge around for the perfect specimen, I have to say my real-life hunky hero is the best. And, no, ladies, I’m not describing him or putting him in a book. He’s all mine. You’ll just have to survive with my fantasies, your fantasies, or your own, real-life go-to guy.
My first hunky hero will always be special, and my first heroine, Cassie, thinks so too. Here’s how she sees him:
Her dream lover, the one she’d conjured up thirteen years ago at the early age of fifteen, drifted back into her thoughts. Her brain wouldn’t obey when she tried to push his image away.
Broad shoulders, tall frame, intoxicating crooked smile, and those eyes. Oh, the times she’d tried to describe those crystal blue pools to Andrea. The proper analogy didn’t exist. Relaxing, Cassie lowered her eyelids, gave in to her private dream world and drank in his likeness standing at the water’s edge.
She frowned when the air whispered her name.
“Cassie. Come to me.”
Opening her eyes, she clutched the wooden rail again. The words weren’t a figment of her imagination. He stood, just as he had in her mind, in the tide’s foaming bubbles with his arms outstretched.
She sank down on the lounge chair, holding on with a white-knuckled grip and refused to take a second look toward the water. Her hands shook as beads of sweat formed on her upper lip. Her desire for him battled her common sense that hearing him, seeing him while awake, just wasn’t normal. In an effort to relax, she stretched out and laid back.
“Sit here and clear your mind,” she chastised.
Cassie closed her eyes, and his image returned in the blackness, his outstretched arms ready to embrace her. In response to his tender touch, her muscles eased and she melted into his embrace. She buried her face in his chest, savoring the warmth percolating inside her as his cheek came to rest on her head.
Her hands glided from his wrists to his shoulders. His solid chest and perfectly muscled biceps combined with rugged forearms and powerful hands excited her. Yet, his gentle, loving manner comforted her.
With her arms around his waist, she breathed in his masculine scent mixed with the salty ocean breeze. His presence lifted the weight of the world off her shoulders and brought peace to her soul. Knowing he would take care of her, her lips eased into a smile.
“At last, you are mine,” he whispered.
His lips on hers, so tender, so gentle. They trailed to her neck, branding her with heat along the way. Deft fingertips joined the adventure, exploring her body, melting her skin. She moaned, tilted her head as his lips drifted downward.
A fire smoldered in her veins, the heat snaking its way through her torso, arms, legs, clear to her toes. Ashes. Soon, the fire would reduce her body to ashes.
“Cassidy Danielle Harrington! You’re doing it again.”
Cassie’s eyes popped open at the stern reprimand. The image of her lover disappeared with a ‘poof’, but not the sense of warm brandy traveling through her body. She widened her eyes and sat up. Emptiness settled into the folds of her heart.