But the beta hero took a bit of a beating in my opinion. He was described as "geeky" and "nerdy", in a lovable, boy-next-door way.
I have trouble with alpha personalities. Anyone that overbearing and opinionated scares the crap out of me, on paper or in person. I like my version of a beta guy—sensitive, caring, not afraid to be emotional—and hot as a firecracker! I looked back and discovered, without realizing I did it, my heroes are almost all beta. Some are stronger than others, with a few alpha traits, but not one of them is above a good cry on occasion. Every one of them can say "I love you" with his pants on.
My dream man, from way back when, always had dark hair and dark eyes. (Cue George Clooney's entrance…) So go figure, this year I'll celebrate 27 years of wedded bliss with a blonde-haired, blue eyed fella. The only explanation I can offer is that he's a beta—gentle, romantic, sweet, a regular teddy bear. Oh, he can go alpha on me every now and then, which is good. I'm not above wanting that occasionally. But for the most part, I'll take sensitive over headstrong, any day of the week.
Check out one of my favorite beta heroes in my first TEB release, Nothing to Lose. This is Book 1 in the Unexpected Love Series.
Bailey Montgomery travels to the small town of
But exactly what Bailey does need or want gets jumbled in her mind as the neighbours ingratiate themselves into her life, and Doug Kenny, the handyman, works his way into her bed and her heart.
Nothing to Lose
By Jamie Hill
A dark haired man in a T-shirt and jeans was working on the railing by the front porch stairs.
“Excuse me?” she called out to him, and he stopped to look up at her. Bailey went on, “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
He flashed a sly grin. “Is that what you came out here to ask me? Most people have a clock next to their bed to tell them the time.”
Bailey put her hands on her hips and looked at him. “A fucking comedian. I know the time, it’s six-forty in the fucking a.m. I just wondered if you knew the time. People are trying to sleep around here.”
He straightened and Bailey’s gaze went up with him. Maybe it was his boots, because she was barefoot, but he seemed tall. His legs appeared long in form-fitting, tight jeans. For just a moment she let her gaze wander up muscular thighs, settling on his crotch. Images of what the jeans hid flashed through her mind, and she shook her head. Trying to get back to the perturbed feeling of a moment ago, she stomped a foot.
He leaned against the rail, taking a moment to look her over. “Your mother was always up at this hour. She knew I had to get to work by eight and didn’t mind me coming over early. In fact, sometimes she made me breakfast.”
Bailey snorted. “Hang on to those memories, buddy.”
Smiling at her lazily, his dark, clear eyes crinkled at the corners. “Oh, I’m making a whole new bunch of memories, right now as we speak.” He made a point of looking at her breasts.
Bailey glanced down quickly. In her sleepy state, she’d neglected to put on a robe, and her nipples poked out through her silky pyjama top.
She gave him a dirty look and spun around to go back inside.
“Don’t rush off,” he teased.
“Could you finish this another time?” She stuck her head out from behind the door.
“I could.” He nodded. “But I’m not going to. I’m almost done, I’ll finish it now. You go on back to…whatever…you were doing.”
Copyright © 2008 Jamie Hill