By
Sorcha Mowbray
As
you all may know, book 2 of The Market Series has been released. This is a
story about a woman who must learn to believe that she is worthy of love. That
is the primary plot arc. But, there is a secondary story arc.
The
hero’s.
That’s
right, Brennan is not my normal hero. He is not a pure alpha male. There is no
beating of the chest. He does not sniff his woman and declare—MINE! I know,
weird. Huh?
Nope,
he starts out as kind of a beta. He is kind, attentive, not even remotely
demanding, and he is very upstanding. Normally, he abides by society’s
strictures—that is until he meets Serena. He cares and he isn’t afraid to show
it. Almost right from the beginning he wants to tell her how he feels, but
knows she won’t believe him.
On
the journey to show her that she is worthy of his love, he undergoes a
transition. Now mind you he will never be an alpha, like Heath from Love
Revealed (Book 1); but, Brennan finds he is capable of rising to the occasion
(pun totally intended!).
Most
of his transition is evident in the bedroom. With each encounter he grows
stronger, more possessive, and as a result, more demanding. It leads to some
interesting encounters between the two until a resolution is reached.
The
transitional nature of the hero was fun to write. Challenging, but fun. *Grins*
With the help of my editor we were able to craft the change in his personality
over the course of the story. I am so pleased with the result, as is Serena,
who got the man of her dreams. LOL!
So, do you like a transitional hero?
Have you read many of them? Got any good transitional hero books to recommend?
Love
Redeemed (Book 2, The Market Series)
Brennan Whitling wants for nothing but
the love of a good woman. He has a close family, good friends, and a successful
textiles import business. But, a beautiful and elusive young woman he has only
seen from afar haunts him. Until a chance meeting leads to far more than
dinner.
Serena Freemont has only ever known the
life of a prostitute. When an invitation to dinner by a handsome gentleman
provides her an opportunity to experience life as a young lady, it’s too
tempting to pass up. Much like the man issuing it. After a night of passion she
must disappear or face his reaction when the truth is revealed.
To find happiness Serena must shed her
past long enough to realize she is worthy of a future. To win her heart,
Brennan must show her the redemptive power of love.
Excerpt:
“Are you all right, Miss?”
For a moment, for this moment, she was a normal
young woman experiencing the attentions of a handsome young man. Heat crept up
her cheeks as he held herhatbox out, and the burning had nothing to do with the
sun. “I-I— Yes, I am.Thank you.” His blue-gray eyes seemed to bore into her.
“I am so glad. I was sure you were a goner there
for a moment.” He flashed a brilliant grin liquefying Serena’s insides
instantly. “Please let me introduce myself. I’m Mr. Brennan Whitling of
Whitling Textiles Importers and Wholesalers.”
“How do you do, Mr. Whitling?” Serena allowed
her lips to curve up ever so slightly. “I am Miss Serena Freemont.”
“It is a pleasure. Might I interest you and
your”—he glanced around the bustling street as his grin faded in confusion—
“chaperone in a cup of tea?”
A wave of horror swept over Serena. Chaperone?
Harlots did not require one of those. “Oh, Aunt Henrietta is in the bookstore,
and I fear she will be in there avery long time. I am certain she won’t notice
if we slip off for a quick spot of tea.”
“Excellent! There is a lovely little shop just
up the street.” A beautiful smile spread across his face, causing her pulse to
quicken.
He escorted her up the block where they stopped
at a quaint little teashop. They settled in at a table and ordered a pot of
tea.
“What has you on Bond Street today, Mr.
Whitling?” They sat in semi privacy at the back of the shop.
“Oh, I was visiting some of my customers and
taking new orders. I am very glad I was there to help you, and by virtue of
said assistance make youracquaintance.” Did his already deep voice grow
huskier? Their tea service arrived, dispelling the moment.
“As am I. Landing on my backside in the middle
of the street would have been rather embarrassing. But in truth, thank you for
your assistance today, and now the tea.” She lifted her freshly prepared cup to
her lips and took a dainty sip from the delicate china. Through lowered lashes,
she watched his graceful movements as he prepared his own.
“It is my pleasure on both accounts. You seem
familiar to me. Have we met somewhere before? A ball perhaps?”
Sorcha Mowbray is a mild mannered
office worker by day…okay, so she is actually a mouthy, opinionated, take
charge kind of gal who bosses everyone around; but she definitely works in an
office. At night she writes romance so hot she sets the sheets on fire! Just
ask her slightly singed husband.
She is a long time lover of historical
romance, having grown up reading Johanna Lindsey and Judith McNaught. Then she
discovered Thea Devine and Susan Johnson. Holy cow! Heroes and heroines could
do THAT? From there, things devolved into trying her hand at writing a little smexy.
Needless to say, she liked it and she hopes you do too!
