So what’s the deal with alpha heroes?

The term we all use to describe the perfect manly he-man of manlyville character is “alpha”. Most people think that its a term with some scientific basis- mostly from wolf packs. It isn’t. The scientist who first proposed the term has recanted his paper where the idea first appeared. He was studying artificial packs set up in zoos. In the wild, the”alpha” is almost always the father of most of the pack members.  Now, I would hazard a guess that if you, like me, love a book with a stubborn, strong, resourceful hero this information will do nothing to put you off those guys. I can think of a few reasons why that might be. I bet you can think of even more- Let’s begin with these five. The notion of a big strong dominant man is...

The Yule Log (sorry, not sorry)

  Hanne was pleased to get the boys all settled and head to the apartments she shared with her husband. Shutting the door behind her, she was startled to see Jonis sitting in his chair, with his back to the roaring fire. He had clearly been waiting for her. “We need to discuss you ignoring my warnings about not exhausting yourself.” “I know we do, honey and I am sorry. There is just so much to do to get the Keep ready for Yule.” He held out a package tied with dark green ribbon. “This is something that will help, starting tonight.” Hanne settled into his lap and eagerly opened the box.  She gave a gasp when she opened the box. A beautiful hairbrush carved out of rare mammoth ivory slid into her hand.  “You are...

By Georg! (sorry, couldnt help myself)

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New Prologue to Tiger!!!

 Prologue: Alina arched her back, growling with pleasure, her visage awash with the golden candlelight.   Georg leaned back to appraise her beauty.  Even in the fortress of the far north, her lithe body glistened with sweat. Her exquisite face was poised n reverie, with her eyes closed.  A strand of her, waist length, white blonde hair had tangled under her delicate collar and he carefully unthreaded it. Any hair pulling tonight was not going to be unintentional. Tuning a hand over her flanks, he teased her. Bound over the arm of the chaise she was powerless, trembling with desire.  With her arms secured n front of her, and her hips propped up high on the arm of the chaise, her feet didn’t reach the ground.  Georg had been careful to secure her ankles far enough...