by Sophie H. Morgan
Don’t get me wrong; I LOVE that kind of hero. But I’m here to make a case for the understated sex appeal of a man whose face is only introduced to a smile once every month. The thinking man.
Firstly, never underestimate him. Just because he hasn’t the outlandish charm of a lothario, doesn’t mean he hasn’t his own quiet confidence. A knowing that he is worth your attention, your lust. Need I say it? Confidence, especially one worn like a second skin, is sexy. He might not chat up your mother with his quick one-liners, but he’ll discuss your dreams and hopes and how to achieve them until you’re dizzy with his attention. And that’s when the serious man makes his move.
Second, just because he’s serious, doesn’t mean he isn’t fun to be around. For one thing, cracking jokes and watching them figure out how to respond is pure entertainment value (as Sapphy from Whispers would tell you). For another, because he’s more “introvert” than “in-your-face”, often the serious man takes the time to listen and learn what makes you happy. They’ll use the knowledge against you, treasuring you until you’re desperate to show your appreciation. Nothing beats the feeling of being the complete focus of a serious man’s attention – especially when it turns to the bedroom, where their serious discipline translates to lavish worship of your body…
Last, just when you think all the jokes about bars in the world can’t make them laugh, at the right moment, the serious man stuns you by letting out the most beautiful smile. Like a shooting star, here and gone and magical, made for your eyes only, it’s a precious gift he chooses to bestow on you. Making you feel like a queen. Ultimately, that’s what a serious man who smiles just for you can make you feel: cherished and chosen.
My advice? If you find a quiet, serious hunk of a man? Walk softly and carry a large net.
What is YOUR favourite type of hero?
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Sophie's Newest Release: Whispers
No one would guess that Sapphy, awesome whirlwind of Maze badassness, grew up sheltered in the Fae realm. Witnessing a murder drove her into the humans’ broken cities to hide, but now she’s back, going undercover to keep history from repeating as the tournament to choose a new Fae queen dawns.
The only pebble in her shit-kicking boot is the jaw-gritting interference of Nathe Amergin, a Fae Enforcer whose solemn violet eyes set her skin to sizzle.
After the loss of his beloved sister, Nathe saved his last shred of sanity by clamping a lid on his emotions and forging a path to justice. When this frustrating, blue-eyed, my-go-or-I’ll-blow female informs him of a possible threat to the realm, his offer of support is genuine, if reluctant.
While he’s willing to work with her to protect his people, this sinful smart-ass skates perilously close to unleashing an avalanche of passion that, as the final choosing looms and whispers turn to screams, could bury them both.
Contains ear-blushing sex between a flighty Fae with a mean air jab and a grounded Elemental who makes her earth move. Add a murderous queen clinging to power, and sabotage that strikes out of thin air. Anyone got ear plugs?
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