While Logan’s attention was elsewhere, Dani studied him. His dark brown hair—now cut close in the military style—suited him. In their SEAL days, he and her husband had worn their hair longer to help them blend in with the Afghan people. His black leather jacket stretched over broad shoulders; his jeans encased long legs she was certain rippled with muscles.
Logan was still eye candy. That sure hadn’t changed. A little sigh escaped her lips. He must have heard because his dark brown eyes turned her way and he raised a questioning brow. Strangely, the arrogant gesture put her at ease. He was still the Logan she’d once known and liked. She walked down the steps.
“Nice bike. What is it?”
He moved next to her and eyed the motorcycle with a fond smile. “A Harley-Davidson V-Rod Muscle.” His gaze captured hers, and he grinned. “It’s very fast.”
And dangerous. Like him. She remembered he’d always been like this. Intense and focused.
This is the model I used for Logan, the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Talk about eye candy!
The above is an excerpt from CRAZY FOR HER, due out September 1st from Montlake Romance. My hero is tall, dark, and handsome, and as I thought about that, I wondered about the origin of the phrase. In researching it, there are several theories.
One of the earliest uses in print is from The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, 1833, and it actually referred to a woman.
Hester now looked at her aunt, who was the very reverse of what she had imagined: she had always thought she would be like her father, and fancied a tall, dark, and handsome face.
Although used in women’s fiction in the early 1900s to describe a romantic hero, the phrase really became popular because of the 1941 film, Tall, Dark, and Handsome, starring a swoon-worthy Cesar Romero as a Robin Hoodish gangster.
I don’t think the dark in tall, dark, and handsome refers to a man’s skin, or eyes, or hair. I think it’s a reference to a mysterious quality—something unexplainable that draws the eye to any man possessing that elusive something.
For me, it’s a sense of humor, an innate kindness and yes, arrogance—not to the point that he’s a total jerk, but the kind of confidence that says he knows what he’s about and nothing will get in the way of what he wants. He’s the kind of hero I love write about.
I do love a good beta hero story, and someday I’d like to write a shy, sweet beta hero. Then there’s the gamma hero, a man somewhere between the beta and the alpha. That might well be the perfect man, but I’m still partial to my bad boys.
I have two favorite tall, dark, and handsome heroes (after mine, of course 🙂 ). First is Gabriel from Broken Wing by Judith James. Gabriel is a tortured soul, and will tug at your heart strings. But he has that elusive something.
My second favorite tall, dark, and handsome is Hunter from Liberating Lacey by Anne Calhoun. Oh, God, I love Hunter. He’s the strong, silent type and boy does he have that something.
Who is your favorite hero of all time, and is he an alpha or a beta? Or maybe he’s that in between one, a gamma hero.