Are our heroes heartthrobs or heartbreakers? Or are they just the same thing? Yummy right? Valentine’s Day is just around the corner for this blog hop and we’re gearing up to see what exactly is a heartbreaker. Is the song playing in your head line mine? “Cuz he’s a heartbreaker!” We love those sexy men, but what about those times in the story when they aren’t perfect. Because come on, we know they aren’t perfect. What makes those men heartbreakers? What can those guys do to make it better? Is there a way to grovel? Come on! Tell me about your heartbreaker!!
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I’ve made a list of my favorite heartbreakers. These are men I often think of when I’m in the process of starting a new novel and hero. All of them are stunners! Men you would lose your heart to at first sight, but there is more to them than just good looks. They have depths to their character
My first Heartbreaker is:
James Dean. He lived hard and died way to fast but while he was here, every girls heart beat a bit faster for this ultimate bad boy.
My second Heartbreaker is:
Shemar Moore. This is one good looking guy. Tan, muscular, and bald, whew! He is a disaster to anything with ovaries. He’s dated a lot of woman and no one has pinned this hunk down.
My third Heartbreaker is:
Cary Grant. This is my nod to old Hollywood. I love classic movies. AMC and TMC are two of my favorite channels. Cary Grant was a king of that era. Classic good look, witty, funny and a joy to watch on film. To Catch a Thief, Notorious, The Philadelphia Story and my absolute favorite, An Affair To Remember. Nobody did romance better than Mr. Grant. When he fell in love, we wanted to be that woman who brought him to his knees.
My fourth Heartbreaker is:
Leonardo Dicaprio. This heartbreaker broke every woman’s heart when he portrayed Jack in the epic movie Titanic. Since then, he has cut a swath through the supermodel ranks. I hear he’s searching for Mrs. Right, that special someone to put a boulder on the third finger of her left hand. We all wonder who that lucky lady will be.
My fifth Heartbreaker is:
Brad Pitt. He represents the reformed bad boy. Yes, he broke Jennifer’s heart, and received the wrath of the female nation. I firmly believe that if he and Angelina just had a fling, something which was over in a blink, his star would have remained tarnished for a very long time. But Angie is his Soulmate. Their longevity and the children prove that. Seeing him with Angie and their children endears him to me. I know some will disagree, but in my book, Brad will always have the heartbreaker status.
My sixth Heartbreaker is; The Ultimate Heartbreaker *drum roll please*
George Clooney! This man must grease himself down each day, so he can slip through the fingers of any woman who’s trying to catch him. Though he has shared his time with many women, he is monogamous while in a relationship. But the moment the ‘M’ word is bandied about, Mr. Clooney gets gone. Getting this gorgeous heartbreaker (who gets better looking with age) to the altar will be a feat which will be recorded in legend. Who will that woman be? The world waits with baited breath!
This is my list of heartbreakers. Who are yours?
Oh, This is Roman Nicolis, the Heartbreaker hero of my debut novel, Eternity. He’s an immortal warrior, reformed playboy, definitely a heartbreaker.
Here’s a Heartbreaker excerpt:
Damn. This wasn’t kind, but what choice did he have? Roman didn’t want to end their engagement this way, but fate would always have its way. Though he fought it, in two millennia his heart hadn’t belonged to him, but to one woman, Elyssian. Now, it didn’t belong to her either.
Since the moment he touched Stella while she lay unconscious in the hospital, his heart belonged to her. Last night confirmed what fate decried. He loved her.
When she walked out of the room, he started to follow.
“Roman, why is she here?”
Bianca’s sharp voice stopped him, but he still listened to Stella’s receding footsteps before facing his ex. A beautiful woman any man would move mountains to have on his arm and waiting in his bed, he regretted the pain he was about to cause.
“I’m sorry, Bianca. There’s no easy way to say this. I’ve wasted your time. There won’t be a marriage between us.”
“No,” shocked, she shook her head. “You can’t do this! We’re getting married in three months!”
“How could you do this? I love you.” She rushed to him. Her hands tugging at his shirt, touching his face, clinging to him with a desperation that actually felt true. Bianca desperate? Yes, for power and the status his notoriety would give her.
“Is that a tear?” He shrewdly assessed her dry eyes. “No, I didn’t think so. You don’t love me and those tears you’re trying so hard to generate aren’t for a lost love. You and I are a piece of fiction we created to fill a gap. You wanted a rich husband. I wanted you to be someone else.”
“Who, that pathetic girl?”
He leaned in closed so that the only thing she saw was the fury on his face. “It’s over, Bianca. Let it go.”
She shook her head. “No. She’s a victim and you saved her. I get it, you’re a hero, but you and I have a history. We’re the same person. Indomitable, winners.” She stroked his face.
Unfortunately, she was correct. “You’re right, in a few ways we are the same. We have the same bloodthirsty tendencies. You compliment the dark river that runs through me. She is my light, the other half of my soul. That’s why I love her. I’ll always love her.”
Real tears glistened in her eyes. “But you love me,” she whispered.
For a very brief moment, I thought I did, but loving and being in love are two different things. “Please accept my apology, Bianca.”
“You fucking bastard,” she whispered brokenly.
He sighed heavily. “You’re right, I’m a bastard, but you knew what I’m capable of before you accepted my ring. Count yourself lucky, Bianca you’ve saved yourself the headache of a divorce.”