One such movie is The Quiet Man with Maureen O’Hara and John Wayne. Our local movie theater is showing it next Sunday. I’ll be there. I’ve seen the movie many times, but never on the big screen.
A good movie love story will have you glued, traveling with the lovers to their happy ever after, as any great romance novel will do. And what better when the hero is an alpha male and the heroine a stubborn, fiery redhead, who, despite their obvious desire for one another, battle until the end?
The Quiet Man has it all. Your heart soars one minute and you smile the next as you follow their journey, absorbed by the beauty and charm of a beautiful mythologized Ireland, inhabited by quirky characters.
Sean has refused to fight Mary Kate’s brother for money (and her hand). Mary Kate embraces the traditional marriage customs, and insists Sean court her in the proper manner. When she refuses to consummate their marriage until her dowry is paid, Sean kicks the door open, grabs her, kisses her, hefts her into his arms and throws her onto the bed, which then collapses. “There’ll be no locks or bolts between us, Mary Kate, except those in your mercenary heart.” He strides out leaving her to her thoughts. We sense that the high-spirited Mary Kate rather hoped he’d stayed.
An American born Irishman, Sean has a secret; he is a retired boxer, who accidentally killed a man in the ring.
That scene: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_pDvui6x3Z8
Some very fine alpha-males inhabit my Regency Spies of Mayfair Series. Book Three, What a Rake Wants is released August 26th. Here’s a taste. Meet Flynn, Lord Montsimon and my heroine, Lady Althea Brookwood:
On reaching the hackney, Montsimon gave her address to the jarvie and opened the door. When Althea stepped forward to enter, a loud ripping sound brought them both to a startled halt. She looked down.
Without an apology, Montsimon lifted his foot off her gown’s trailing flounce.
“I must have torn my gown coming down the tree,” she said, bunching up her skirts to enter the carriage.
“I find myself unable to continue the conversation at this time, Lady Brookwood,” he said, as he thrust the torn flounce in after her. “I shall call on you at home tomorrow at two o’clock. I am all agog to learn what brought about the need for you to climb trees in Manchester Square on a freezing winter evening.”
“And I look forward to learning how you came to be on hand to assist me,” she said crisply.
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Romantic Pursuit Trivia Question: What happened to Althea’s flounce?