He’s handsome. He’s dashing. He has a certain magnetism that makes women flock to him in droves. And he doesn’t care about a single one of them, at least not until…
Despite the popular myth painting romance readers as idiots, most of us know this for the fantasy it is. It works because it speaks to the inner core of femininity that wants to be special, that wants to be the one who is so good that she can make him change for her. And of course, his experience doesn’t hurt.
I get it. I really do. But I am SICK TO DEATH of it! And not just because it’s unbelievable — though it is. There is an inner core to my femininity that wants a man who wants a woman to love and cherish, not some jerk who gets dragged into a relationship reluctantly. Maybe he hasn’t found the right woman yet, but he’s got an eye out for her. He wants that life. He wants children.
This is why Catherine Anderson is one of my favorite authors.
I’d love to hear about other authors whose romantic heroes are looking for love, instead of trying to avoid it. Just share your comments below!