Falling for your Own Hero
Something strange happened when I was writing Off the Shelf, for inclusion in The Secret Library. I fell for my hero. It's never happened before, and I suspect it's because I usually write short stories, and therefore don't spend nearly as much time with my other heroes as I did with the delectable Damien. It could also be because he's quite different to other heroes I've written. Usually, they're tall, muscular types that a large percentage of women would swoon over. Think Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Chris Hemsworth... you get the idea.
But Damien is different. He doesn't look like any of the male celebrities I fancy, nor does he look like he should be gracing the cover of a magazine. But I love him anyway. Why? Because it's so damn hard not to! He may be of average height and average build, with long curly hair and glasses, but he's still uber cute. He's super smart, and loves books and travel – he even works in a bookshop! He also has the most adorable dimples, is shy, and loves chocolate. He may not be a typical romance hero, but he is still totally and utterly swoonworthy.
Do you love him yet? I want you to, but not too much, because he's mine! ;) Or at least, he would be if he was a real person, and y'know, I didn't already have a boyfriend.
Here's a snippet from the novella, where Annalise sees Damien for the first time:
Annalise made a beeline for the travel section, but just before she got there she was stopped in her tracks. Impeding her entrance to the aisle was a man. And, judging by the flutter of her heart and the heat coming to her face, a very attractive one. Annalise watched him as she waited for her rational thoughts to catch up with what her body was telling her.
Seconds later, it became apparent they were in total agreement. The man – who, judging by his attire, was a member of staff – was indeed cute. He looked to be around Annalise’s age. He was taller than her, even though she wore heels, and he had a slim build. His long curly hair was tied back, and something about the way he was cradling a book in his hands made Annalise suspect she’d found a kindred spirit. He wasn’t the usual tall, muscular type she went for, but she hadn’t had much luck with those guys, anyway, so looking at someone a little different couldn’t do any harm, could it?
She continued towards the travel section before someone saw her acting like some kind of weird bookshop voyeur. Annalise figured the guy was new here. She came into this shop often enough to know the staff, and she’d never seen him before. She’d definitely have remembered him.
He looked up as she drew close, a pair of intelligent green eyes behind dark-rimmed glasses adding to the guy’s bookish appeal. His lips curved into a smile and he shuffled forward to let her by. Annalise gave a polite nod of thanks, moved past him and put her bag down at her feet.
Standing next to him as they both perused the shelves, Annalise caught the scent of his cologne. She had no idea what it was or how to describe it, but she did know it smelt totally divine. Almost mouth watering. Could this guy be any more appealing?
Reaching forward, Annalise grabbed a book from the shelf in order to distract herself before she got into trouble for sexual harassment. The two of them flicked pages in silence for a few minutes, until the quiet was suddenly broken by the sound of his voice.
‘Do you know,’ he said, quietly, as though they were in a library, rather than a bookshop, ‘I’ve quite forgotten myself. I’m supposed to be working here, and here I am browsing books and completely ignoring the customers.’
He closed the book he was looking at and slid it back into place on the shelf. Turning to Annalise, he held out a hand. ‘I’m Damien. I’m so sorry, I’ve only just started working here and I seem to keep forgetting that part. I blame the books. They distract me.’
Annalise looked down at his outstretched hand and thought how odd it was that he was introducing himself. Bookshop staff – nice as they usually were – didn’t often make a habit of approaching customers and partaking in formal introductions. Not to mention the fact he was wearing a name badge, so telling her his name was completely redundant. She slipped her hand into his and shook it anyway, not wanting to appear rude.
Want to fall in love with him for yourself? Then grab my first ever erotic romance novella, Off the Shelf, which appears in The Secret Library: Silk Stockings, from Xcite Books.
Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Constable and Robinson, House of Erotica, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Resplendence Publishing, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
The Secret Library is a new range from Xcite Books which will appeal to the female romance reader market. Each book contains three specially commissioned novellas guaranteeing a satisfying and varied selection.
The story content is relationship led with a strong alpha male hero, a level of conflict and a climactic, explicit ending.
The covers are deliberately designed without visual imagery to be discreet. These books could be comfortably read in public, given as gifts and left on a bedside table.
The Secret Library contains six books with three erotic romance novellas in each:
Traded Innocence – Toni Sands, Elizabeth Coldwell and K D Grace
Silk Stockings – Constance Munday, Jenna Bright and Lucy Felthouse
One Long Hot Summer – Elizabeth Coldwell, Penelope Friday and Shanna Germain
The Thousand and One Nights – Kitti Bernetti, Primula Bond and Sommer Marsden
The Game – Jeff Cott, Antonia Adams and Sommer Marsden
Hungarian Rhapsody – Justine Elyot, Charlotte Stein and Kay Jaybee