I know exactly how my next hero is going to look. Just like the waiter hubby and I had at the Longhorn tonight. Yep. He had the look. Dark and scruffy looking, in a sexy sort of way. He fit right in with the western decor of the place, too. Tight jeans, boots, and a white shirt with the sleeves turned back. His jet black hair was collar length and shone like smooth black glass beneath the lighting. And when he smiled that sexy smile, there was a gleam of mischief in his eyes.
I know, you wouldn't expect to find hero material waiting tables. So while we were sitting there, enjoying hubby's birthday dinner, my imagination began to run wild. All of a sudden he wasn't just a waiter anymore. He was actually a cop working undercover. Looking to bust up a sex slavery ring. No, he's a bounty hunter looking for the fugitive waitress...bodyguard protecting the rebellious heiress...oh, whatever! It doesn't matter. He would fit into any role:)
Ever notice how the heroes in romance novels lead anything but mundane lives? I mean, they have to be big, exciting and...sexy!