Who Do You Love?…

We aren’t blogging about a Bo Diddley, Lenny White, or Whitney Houston song here.

We want to know who’s your favorite hero to write or read? You tell me yours. I’ll tell you mine.

FirefighterIs it the hero in a uniform that makes you feel the heat? β€œSuit”Does a suit make you want to lie down on the boardroom table? Is nerd talk your Sweet Nothins? Retro NerdDoes the athlete deliver that slam-dunk to your heart? Basketball PlayerOr, is it that hunky cowboy that sends you straight for a home on the range?Cowboy

Don’t find him here? Is he the guy next door? The Highland warrior? Burnt-out cop? Hard-boiled detective? Special Ops?

Are you pining for a hard hat and a tool belt? Or, do you have a case of What’s Up, Doc?

Is it the exterior package, or what’s under the hood? Does he have a bad-to-the-bone attitude? A wicked sense of humor? A big heart? A soft center? A sexy brain?

Is he flawed? Vulnerable? Maybe he’s a little bit of one thing, a whole lot of another.

Who’s your favorite hero to read or write? …

Who Do You Love?


3 thoughts on “Who Do You Love?…

  1. I love the guy who can play me a sonata, then rip apart the piano when one of the keys sticks, repair it then sit down and play a lively piece. I love the guy who plants the field, harvests the crop and comes home to me smelling like well-tilled earth. I love the man who puts his heart on the line knowing I’ll treat it with respect. I think it’s a combination of brain and brawn that works best for me. The day I meet a man who can lift me in his arms while quoting Silver by Walter de la Mare, I’ll know he’s The One. especially if he can dance and sing his own compositions too πŸ™‚ Yep, I want it all. Because I like to think I’m well-rounded so in essence I want someone who complements me. That’s what I like in my fiction as well. Characters that bring out the best in each other, and fill in their gaps. Phew that was a long-winded response.


  2. Dang, Keziah. I want that man, too! “I love the man who puts his heart on the line knowing I’ll treat it with respect.” Well said. That’s a deal-breaker for me. And, of course, vice versa. I love a guy who can make me laugh. I love a guy who looks at me like I’m a Baskin-Robbins 31 Flavors, and he’s just been given a little pink spoon and doesn’t know where to start. I love a guy with the courage of his convictions. I love a guy who will laugh when you lob a snowball in his face — and he WILL retaliate! I love a man who will dance me around the kitchen for no reason. I love a man who brings me Won Ton soup because I’m :sniff: :sniff: :blergh: sick. In fiction, I love when an author delivers Talk, Dark and believable, and I’ve read heroes in wheelchairs who I thought were Tall, Dark and believable. It goes to that whole package you’re talking about, Keziah. Yep. A hero and heroine who believe in each other and bring out the best (okay, sometimes the worst πŸ˜‰ ) in each other. Last thought. At the end of the day… I’m still a sucker for a cowboy!


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