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Guest blogger: Danielle Lisle

11 August 2013

Danielle LisleWho is the perfect hero?

I like to consider myself a simple and somewhat normal girl, though like everyone else, I have my subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) desires.

Like most others, I enjoy the simple smell of the country air, the happy smile of my son when he arrives home from school and the simple, but sometimes arduous, task of a clean and well-kept home. I love chilling back with a beer after a hard day’s labour and spending a few well-overdue hours tending to the farm and riding my horse. Yet, no matter where I am, or what I’m doing, I’m constantly thinking of my next hero.

Now, that should not make my husband feel nervous—God knows he’s used to it by now—my mind just wonders to what hero will whisk my latest heroine away from harm or her boring and lonely life.

Heroes come in many different shapes and sizes, though I have to admit the majority of authors (yes—I’m guilty also) tend to favour the six-foot-something, well-endowed, alpha guy as their hero of choice. But in all honesty I sometimes feel that while we do write fiction, reality tends to creep into our heroes also. While I can’t recall reading a romance about a beer-bellied butcher recently, I know that that kind of hero exists—he exists in the form of my hubby. Reality and one’s ideal reality do not always align; but at the end of the day, if that hero lives to make the heroine happy and their love prospers into happiness, doesn’t that make him the perfect hero?

I would have thought so, but then I find myself asking—Why don’t I feature beer-bellied butchers as the heroes in my stories? Well, for one I write historicals and I can’t imagine that there was much pleasant or sanitary about the trade back in Regency England and, secondly, I come home to that reality every day and a part of me—yes, a small tender part—likes to dream about what could have been.

My husband has long come to terms with me growling quietly under my breath as a few, hunky Army men walk by, because he knows, beyond any doubt, that I love him. He is my hero—but who said I still can’t fantasise about someone else?

Without a shadow of a doubt I know this is why I write. Each heroine of mine is created using a small part of me, a part of me that may be somewhat dormant or unexplored. I simply let my desires come out through my fingers to connect with my keyboard.

For example, in The Rose’s Bloom my heroine was very self-conscious about her figure and how others perceived her because of it. All it took for her to overcome it was a strong and gruff hero to make her see herself as more than that stocky daughter with no prospects of marriage. While this is just a small part of who I am and what plays on me, it is still something I needed to get off my chest.

Yes, my hubby would just roll his eyes at me when I told him this, saying he loved me regardless and that he thought I was sexy, what should my insecurities matter? They still remained there regardless and I guess always will. But writing about Claire and feeling how much his desire and love for her overcame her insecurities made him the perfect hero.

Leave a comment below on your perfect hero—he can be fiction or reality—and you will go into the draw to win the complete set of my Rogues of Deception series out with Total-e-Bound Publishing. The giveaway closes on 24 August 2013. (The giveaway is now closed. The winner was Aimee.)

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trusting_the_rogue_coverTrusting the Rogue

Hannah, a recent widow and proud mama to the new Duke of Holsworthy, is confronted with a man who fills her body with yearnings she cannot name. The ache is so foreign to her, as is the desire to be touched by this handsome and charming stranger. Yet reality crushes her vacillation when she learns he is also a member of the exclusive Goodrich Hall—a place where the essence of sex practically drips from its sinful walls!

While this knowledge disgusts her, she finds herself still dreaming of him constantly. The more time she spends with him, the more Hannah sees that he clearly cares for both herself and her son—unlike her late husband, a man who had filled their lives with nothing but pain and suffering.

Does the pleasure he teases Hannah about really exist? Nights filled with nothing but sublime pleasure? The question is, is Hannah brave enough to let go of her prudish ways and find out for herself?

21 Comments
  1. 18 August 2013 10:07 pm

    Loved the blog Danielle… my husband was a butcher before he retired and in his younger days he definitely would not fit your beer bellied butcher, not saying he would now but with age we do gain a pound or two lol

    • 22 August 2013 3:12 pm

      Thanks Barbara!
      There is just something charming about a butcher, isn’t there. They are a randy lot, but very sweet. 😛

  2. aimskye permalink
    16 August 2013 1:40 pm

    Fantastic blog Danielle!

    Aimee

    • 17 August 2013 12:45 am

      Thanks Aimee! 😀

    • 11 September 2013 7:37 pm

      Congrats on the win, Aimee!
      Keep an eye out for the series of books arriving in your inbox soon! 😀

      • aimskye permalink
        18 September 2013 9:42 am

        WOW! Thanks so much 🙂

      • aimskye permalink
        8 October 2013 9:42 am

        Wow, Thanks!

  3. 12 August 2013 9:45 pm

    People are always wondering if my heroes are my husband (they are especially if the sex scenes I write are from personal experience or not!) – not that they look a thing like him. He’s shorter than me by a few cm’s, is bald and has a little belly and my heroes are all tall, muscular, broad shouldered etc. But even so, I think there is some essence of my husband in my heroes somewhere – the person who looked at me and made me feel like I was something amazing and still does. I think every woman wants to be looked at like that by a man who sees us like nobody else does. I think that’s what makes a wonderful hero (and the hot bod helps too for the fantasy element!)

  4. lynette williams permalink
    12 August 2013 1:44 pm

    my husband Lindsay used to be the three tees-tall- dark brown eyes thick brown hair now alas he now only has dark brown eyes & is still tall but as he helps with the house work & is a handy man he still is my hero——lyn

  5. 12 August 2013 8:31 am

    Very interesting, Beverley.
    Hmm, I think we women like to be transported back to the stone age in-part, where a man would take charge and protect all. Most (…if not all) of my books hero’s are alpha’s…. so what does that say about my dream hero? 😉

  6. 11 August 2013 11:08 pm

    Loved your post Danielle. I’m a real fan of the beta hero, I must say. I love a man who shows sensitivity and, to a degree, is in touch with his feminine side. All of my books feature beta heroes… except the book that’s sold the best and which is the only one that features an alpha hero. Interesting, hmmm?

  7. helensibbritt permalink
    11 August 2013 8:49 pm

    Hi Danielle

    Yep I do love to fantasize about heroes as well LOL and of course someone tall dark and handsome who has a great sense of humour my hubby is great and has a very good sense of humour but tall he isn’t LOL

    have Fun
    Helen

    • 12 August 2013 8:27 am

      LOL! Someone you can have a chuckle with is definitely a plus in a hero. 😀

  8. Jennifer Ensor permalink
    11 August 2013 6:49 pm

    Very honest blog Danielle! It’s certainly a bonus having a non-judgy, understanding hero as a hubby when you are a romance writer isn’t it?! I really enjoyed ‘Trusting the Rogue’ btw 🙂 Good luck with ‘The Rose’s Bloom’ in the Ella!

    • 12 August 2013 8:26 am

      Thanks Jennifer!
      I think ‘gotten used to it’ rather than ‘understanding’ might be more accurate in the case of my hero. 😛

  9. 11 August 2013 12:10 pm

    Ooooh, Danielle, your hero does sound perfect. And your hubby sounds wonderful too. Can’t wait to read this book.

  10. 11 August 2013 11:43 am

    Awesome blog Danielle. He definitely is a keeper that hubby of yours 🙂

    • 11 August 2013 1:03 pm

      The perfect hero still has his flaws, how else could we tolerate someone so perfect? 😛
      I’m glad you liked it. I was feeling very honest when I wrote it.

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