I feel that one of my most important jobs as a romance author is to create the sexiest hero I can. But before I can give shape and form to my heroes, give them personality quirks and hang-ups and wants and desires of their own, I have to know what they look like. Determining their looks is a very crucial first step for me in every single one of my stories. I must have a face to go with the name, a clear and vivid portrait of the man who is going to fall in love with my very lucky heroine. When I begin a new WiP, I spend a lot of time trolling the internet for a man with the right “look” to match the sketchy outline I have of him in my head. I need that physical face to look at, to go to when I inevitably get to a rut in the story and ask, “What are you going to do now?”
It’s funny, getting a picture of my hero is vital for me, but I don’t need the same pictorial symbol for my heroines. I am able to see them without any outside aids. I don’t even pretend to know why that is.
Since this is Literary Lagniappe and we are all about yummy extras here, I thought I might share with you some of the visual inspirations I found to help me with a few of my published books. And, as an added bonus, you can get to know one of my heroes a whole lot better. Just leave a comment and be entered to win your choice of my backlist! Contest ends 12/6/12 at 11:59 p.m. EST. Winner will be announced on Friday, December 7, 2012.
I hope you enjoy the view!
Arien – Sculpting a Demon
Chin-length, midnight black hair framed a face too beautiful for words. High cheekbones, strong jaw, full lips—in her wildest dreams she couldn’t have created a more perfect example of male beauty.
Nate – Santa’s Sleeping Beauty
Messy dark-brown hair framed his handsome face, and a spark of good-natured humor shone from the depths of his ice-blue eyes. The barest shadow of a beard highlighted the sharp angle of his jaw and outlined his very luscious lips. The t-shirt hugged his arms and fit snugly against the hard contours of his chest.
Trask – A Matter of Lust
He was beautiful in the low light, the moonlight playing on the hard edges and plains of his handsome face. He was the sexy Darkman of her fantasies, the anonymous star of her late-night sweaty dreams. It wasn’t just that he was tall, dark-haired and all in black. It was in the way he moved, the way he spoke, the way his touch sent shooting sparks of electrifying lust all along her nerve endings.
Brant – Knightly Desire (Coming soon from Ellora’s Cave!!)
She reached out, her fingers lingering in the air over the traces of grey in his dark, unruly hair, then down the side of his face, along the chiseled line of his jaw… He was muscular, rugged, the essence of male perfection.