| By Jenn Stark | August 12, 2009 |
This week, I had the opportunity to read a “throw-back” novel, “Kiss An Angel” by Susan Elizabeth Phillips (which I adored, frankly). Written in the mid-90s , it made me think of the romances I’d read and loved even earlier, as a teenager, when I’d first gotten into romance. I cut my teeth on Barbara Cartlands, historical romances set in the glittering world of the rich and titled, predominantly in England but with a few sheikhs thrown in for good measure. (I mean, come on. You gotta have a sheikh in there). I then moved on to Jude Devereaux and finally made my way to contemporaries and paranormals.
But looking back into my very first romances, I thought of the heroes of those books who entranced me so: Tall, dark and almost brutally good looking, physically imposing whether they were heavily muscled or lean and strong, wickedly intelligent, elegant or a “man’s man” depending on what was needed at the moment (a gala or a fistfight)-and, of course, titled or worthy of a title. Ah, the passions of my youth.
And then I thought about the hero in “Angel”: tall, dark, brutally good looking…hmm… lean and elegant, physically imposing (circus rider and whip wielder, hello!)…intelligent (professor)… and, um, yes, titled: the long lost heir to the Russian throne. But that was a book written more than a decade ago, surely just a nostalgia point for me, right?
So I turned to my favorite heroes today, since I’m now an enlightened forty-year-old, former exec and current freelance business owner, a strong, single, self-sufficient female. And those heroes would be…ah… tall, dark, brutally good looking men whose strength often tends to muscled-but-lean, whose bodies are elegant, minds are sharp, and um… if they’re not titled, they’re worthy of a title. Probably the only thing that’s even remotely different is that they’re occasionally vampires these days, or possess paranormal powers of other sorts – the incarnation of the Tarot Magician.
Which made me realize that my taste in heroes hasn’t changed all that much… in the past thirty years!
Now my preferred heroines on the other hand… well, they’ve gotten older (heh). More complicated. With a few key exceptions for YA heroines with “old souls” or young twenty-something heroines who’ve been around the block so many times they’ve grooved the concrete, I tend to like a more mature heroine. But my hero? As long as he’s lived longer than twenty five years on this Earth (or, okay, any dimension), age is irrelevant to me. Basically, it’s the hero of my youth all over again – which is sort of intriguing, since my life is a whole lot different than it was when I was thirteen years old.
How about you? Have your tastes in heroes, heroines, or romance in general changed since you first started reading it to now? What’s new and different in your fictional preferences, and what remains a tried-and-true component of your ideal romance? I’m fascinated by heroes in general, so I welcome your thoughts!




