A Hero to the Rescue
by Sarah Mäkelä
Some authors, readers, and reviewers tend to look for the Independent Woman capable of protecting herself and the hero, and I have to say I love stories were the heroine rescues the hero. They show that no matter who needs help that the other person in the relationship will risk their lives to help their loved ones.
However, I think there’s something innately sexy about having a man nearly feral with emotions to burst through the door to the rescue at just the right time. Hollywood does this really well, and the Taken movies are great examples. I’m not sure what I find most appealing about it. Maybe knowing it takes a guy who is very devoted to his family to behave in that way.
Of course, we've moved on from a time where women were put in the role of Damsel in Distress. If every story were written like that again, it’d get old, but the allure of having a hero who would lay down his life to protect his heroine... wow!
In
Saved by Moonlight, the hero is a werewolf, which just adds that edge of his uncontrollable need to make sure his mate is safe. Werewolves are my favorite types of heroes, probably for that reason... and well, they’re werewolves! What’s not to love? They’re wild and yet loyal since wolves mate for life.
Thanks for having me here today, Niina!
Niina : It was great to have you come by anytime! I have to say the
Uncontrollable Need to make sure their mate is safe is definitely why I enjoy Werewolf Romances as well. ;D
"A werewolf reveals what he is to save the love of his life... When Sylvi comes home to find someone lurking in the apartment she shares with her boyfriend, she realizes her life is in danger. Lukas arrives in time to defend her from the intruder, but she's shocked to learn Lukas is really a werewolf! Can their love survive his revelation?"
Sylvi turned off the shower and dried herself. She wrapped the large bath towel around her then set off to grab the cordless phone from the living room. There weren't any flashing lights on the phone to indicate that Lukas had called. Disappointment fluttered in her chest before she shoved it away.
He probably had a busy schedule filled with meetings and schmoozing galore.
She headed for the bedroom and paused in the hallway, staring at the closed door. Had she closed it this morning? Lukas couldn't be here since he would have come out to greet her. However, he wouldn't close the bedroom door either. They had no reason to.
She chewed on her lower lip and looked down at the phone. Her thumb hovered over the number nine. Should she call the police? What if no one was there? What if she'd had a strange memory lapse? She'd look like an idiot.
Stop acting like a child, she scolded herself.
Taking a deep breath, she jerked the door open and flipped on the light. Her gaze raked the room. It was decorated in delicate shades of blue and white. She and Lukas had done this together, as a team. The memory brought a smile to her face. Until she saw him...
Demetrius stood by the window overlooking the street, staring into the rainy night. She knew it was him by his overwhelmingly muscular build and shoulder-length brown hair. How had he found her after all these years? They'd experienced a short, wild rendezvous before she'd come to Florida, but it was so over!
"What are you doing here?" Her voice shook slightly. He turned to face her, and she stepped back toward the door.
Tension rose and filled the air.
"Hello to you, too." He stalked over to the bed. His hands splayed over the blue velvet comforter. "Mmm... Soft. You certainly do have superb taste." The bed groaned under his weight as he crawled onto the mattress and stared at her.
"What do you want?" Sylvi shivered and pressed herself against the doorframe. She had to get out of here. There was no telling what he'd do, especially with her being so vulnerable.
Demetrius licked his lips and ran his gaze over her as if willing her towel away. "You."
"That's too bad because --" Sylvi's words cut off as Demetrius jumped at her in a graceful leap.
He closed the distance between them like a predator. "You were saying?" A smug grin caressed his lips.
"I was trying to say I have a boyfriend." She took a step into the hallway, but he grabbed her upper arm and pulled her against his chest. She was five foot five inches, and yet the top of her head barely reached his shoulder. Even when they'd lusted after each other, his towering stature had intimidated her.
"I don't see anyone else here." He glanced around the room pointedly.
She shivered, but not entirely from the cool air conditioning. Tendrils of fear chased down her spine.
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Sarah Mäkelä loves her fiction dark, magical, and passionate. She is a paranormal romance author, but she’s written all over the romance spectrum with cyberpunk, sci-fi, fantasy, urban fantasy...even a sweet contemporary romance!
A life-long paranormal fan, she still sleeps with a night-light. In her spare time, she reads sexy books, watches scary movies (and Ghost Adventures), and plays computer games with her husband. When she gets the chance, she loves traveling the world too.
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