I'll never forget the first bad boy hero I fell in love with. He was behind the steering column of the Milennium Falcon, barking orders at his hairy counterpart and a snarky princess. Yes, it was Han Solo! Can anyone forget the scene in The Empire Strikes Back when she says, "I happen to like nice men" and he responds, "I'm nice men." She then says, "No, you're not, you're...." And he kisses her. Be still my beating 10 year old heart!
So what is it about the Han Solos of romance fiction that we all love? Is it the loner who just wants to be loved? The wise-cracking but fearless warrior who will put himself between you and a bullet (or Darth Vader, for that matter)?
Most of the heroes I write tend to be good guys without much bad boy to them. You know, guys you would meet on the street and take a second look at only because they're drop dead gorgeous! But not really bad. So why is my new hero in the book I just finished writing such a gambling, fighting, womanizing mess of a hunk?
Jack Waverley will make his debut (hopefully) early next year or later in this one, in a new Regency Historical romance called In the Arms of a Rogue. Why rogue? He's every man your mama warned you about. The guy your older brother had to bust in the nose to make him stop sneaking to your window on sultry summer nights. He plays hard and always gets what he wants. Always? Well, not if our spitfire heroine has her way!
I'll be posting excerpts and "character interviews" and all sorts of tidbits and fun facts about this book in the coming weeks! Thanks for stopping by, and may the bad boys be with you!