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So Many Men

Mad Jack Madden, the man from Immortal Illusions was a great hero to write. Balls to the wall, a sinful, sexy rouge who never said ‘die’. He talked trash, played the game like a master, and knew his way around women. My modern rake, he really showed me a good time. And Gideon Sinclair, from Immortal Protector? Dark, daring, and dangerously hot. My first hero, he was a challenge I’ll never forget.

You’d think I could show some loyalty, but right now I’m too busy wondering about that next man. Call me fickle, and you might be right. But you must admit, there’s something to be said for the novelty of masculine mystery, the allure of enigma, and the certain promise of passion found on untried ground.

I think that’s one of the things I really enjoy about reading, and writing romance. Love abounds. Over and over, you get to relive the thrill of the hunt, and savor the bliss of the fall. Each time from a new angle, with a fresh twist.

You wonder: who will he be, this new hero of mine?

Is he an All American blonde with a killer smile and bedroom eyes, or the dark man of mystery hell bent on seduction? Will he sear your soul with a single, inescapable glance that melts you where you stand? Is his voice rough, or smooth, or a pleasurable mix of both? When he stands beside you, does the air charge? Can you feel his heat wash over you as he lingers, just inches away, far closer than is proper for people who are not intimate? You’ll wonder: does he realize he’s in my personal space? Is he doing this unknowingly, or by design? Did he hold my gaze, my hand, a bit too long, or did I imagine it all because my libido is torqued to the max and ready to snap me in two?

You won’t get the answer directly, his eyes are inscrutable, his actions quixotic and mysterious. Maybe he’s doing it, knowing he’ll pay a price later on, but he just can’t resist. Even if he can’t touch, it’s so close, it might as well be skin to skin. And when he can touch, he takes his time even though convention dictates otherwise, because it feels so damn good.

He’ll make your breath hitch in your throat. Sometimes, he’ll catch you with that stare, and you’ll wonder, where could this go if I let it? And is hell to pay too big a price? You start out thinking yes, but the more time you spend in his deliciously wicked company, the more you think, sure, I’ll pay hell, I’ll give up the world, chuck everything I own out the damn window, if it ensures that toe curling kiss is followed by more of the same. So close for so long, you can’t help but give into the attraction and all else falls away.

Is he laconic, or mouthy? Mad cap, mad, maddening? That kiss: was it lazy, demanding, tender, possessive? And what kind of lover will he be? Slow, and sure, taking his time to make time, knowing things about you even you didn’t know? Or will he come on strong, and fast and hard, burning every well planned defense to dust, pushing you so beyond every wild limit you’re consumed and reborn a thousand times in his blaze? Either way, he’ll blow your mind, so everyone wins.

Yes: Everyone wins.

That’s the best part. No matter who he is, what skin he walks in, how he deals out that first kiss, and every one there after, we all go home happy.

And some people think romance sucks.

Weenies.

I have few “pet” peeves. I really don’t want to retain something that irritates me. TV commercials are probably my number one. You ask why? Well you didn’t but I’ll tell you anyway. Ad agencies make millions and pay writers thousands to write the dialogue and come up with ideas we are forced to watch in order to see a favorite show. Some of them are very bad and I know I could do better, couldn’t you? I’m not going to make a list of all of them but I will refer to one,
The little green English-accented Gecko for Geico. For some reason he rubs me the wrong way. I am an animal lover extraordinaire, not like PETA but I love all living things. So when I say that I desire to press my number nine shoe to his green slimy head, please don’t assume I hate animals. Just him. I am now the proud payer for a satellite system that furnishes TIVO. Gleefully I race through the ads, especially the one with the lizard. Sometimes this is a mistake because I also rush through the opening and closing segments of the shows. For months I failed to hear the beautifully haunting sound of, Explosion In The Skies’, melody, “Think of me as a time of day.” This can be found at the opening of Friday Nights Lights.
The group is from Austin, Texas.
I see I failed to stick to one subject, well, it all concerns TV, so I suppose I’m okay.
Lionel A. La Vergne novelist, Judgment At John’s Hollow from Samhain
http://www.booksbylavergne.com for my other works

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