A big thanks to Cup O’Porn for allowing me to stop by and give my two cents on virgin hero’s.
In my recent release, Passion Awakened, my hero, Creed Donovan is a virgin alpha male from the twenty-seventh century who finds himself trapped in the twenty-first century. I loved the idea of writing such a creature as a virgin alpha male. For me, I had read very few romances where the hero was a virgin.
Yes, there are plenty of virgin heroines. But not the men.
I can totally see why. As a woman, many of us like to think of our dominant alpha males as the experienced one who can give us exactly what we need and let us know to whom we belong. *Roar!*
Do you think a virgin hero can still lend that same visceral response to your romance novels? I was hesitant until I starting creating the hero for Passion Awakened. I discovered that I really liked the idea of exploring and writing Creed’s experience while having all that untapped passion unleashed for the first time. It was fun!
In Creed’s futuristic world, everyone is required by law to maintain a constant infusion of a libido-suppressing drug called, Sustain. And Creed is the lead enforcer of that code. When he finds himself trapped in the past, not only has his way home been stolen, but his supply of the drug he enforces is gone as well.
He’s a virgin, yet a man very accustomed to being in control and getting what he wants. Without Sustain, he’s forced to deal with an element he’s never experienced before, and one he has absolutely no control over—his own passionate desire.
Have you read any romances where the hero is a virgin? Was it an unexpected surprise, and you would like to see more virgin hero’s, or no, it didn’t work?
What about a beta male…could you see him more as the virgin hero?
A digital copy of Passion Awakened will be given away to one randomly chosen commenter. So please, let me know your thoughts and favorite virgin male books! Winner will be selected by random.org by end of day on May 23rd and notified by email.
Thanks again to Cup O’Porn for allowing to stop by!
In the far future, humans are forced to take government-issued drugs to control their sexual urges. Creed Donovan, drug enforcer for the Federation of Americas, is on the trail of a fugitive. The chase through time has landed him in the year 2012, six hundred years into the past and in the mountains of North Carolina.
Shayla Murphy is on hiatus, working on her latest novel when her peaceful retreat turns into a hostage scene straight out of a sci-fi flick—one complete with a knife at her throat and men zapping into thin air. But when the sexy man who saves her needs a little rescue of his own, Shayla can’t kick him out. Especially after he reveals he’s from the future, his ride home stolen, and his own supply of Sustain, the drug he enforces, gone with it.
Without Sustain, Creed’s suppressed lust will soon awaken, and he’s never experienced his libido untethered. Trapped with a beautiful new roommate and on the verge of detox, he struggles to suppress the raging desire in his blood. Only God can help him survive with his mind and heart intact.
She finally dragged her gaze back to the information floating in the field of light. “Sustain?” Shayla tilted her head in Creed’s direction.
“Yes.” He nodded. “Read on.”
“A hormone-based drug developed in the year 2515 for the purpose of suppression of the human libido and resulting pleasure receptors.” She glanced up from under her lashes at the man on the sofa. He sat quietly, watching her as she consumed the info and its implications. “After multiple study trials, the government found that use of the medication decreased the individual’s tendency for criminal behavior, and with the urge for sexual activity repressed, the spread of disease within the population had a noticeable decrease. For the past century, the Federation of Americas has legally mandated that every citizen of its territories be implanted with the Sustain infusion system.” This couldn’t be for real. She swallowed hard at the lump forming in the back of her throat. Nausea bloomed in her gut, swelling with each sentence that unfolded in her mind.
“Typically the system is inserted into the upper arm of the individual with an injection port readily accessible for biweekly or monthly refills.” The image below the text resembled the very thing she’d seen in Creed’s arm. Oh my God. Is that what…? No… Without conscious thought, her head shook in denial. She jerked her gaze from the display. “Are you saying this is what was destroyed in your arm?”
“You’re really…” She just couldn’t form the words. They felt too ridiculous on her tongue.
“From the twenty-seventh century.”
“And this drug makes it where no one wants to…” Her palm went to her mouth, covering her lips. When had she suddenly lost the ability to finish her sentences?
“Participate in sexual activity,” he said without a flinch, as if he were talking about the desire to or not to consume steak.
Wow. She‘d been struck back to monosyllables. Her head spun on the concept of what the future held. A world without intimacy.
“Umm…” It seemed so rude, but it would kill her if she didn’t ask. “So does this mean that you have never—”
“No.” He reached out, grabbed the display from her hand, and stowed it back inside his backpack. “I’ve never had sex if that’s what you were about to ask.” His head swung back in her direction. “My job is to enforce the law of the Federation, not break the very code I’m sworn to uphold.”
“Oh. I see.” God, it blew her mind that a whole society was celibate. And that Creed Donovan, the tough alpha male who would easily be the inspiration for one of her most erotic novel creations was a virgin. Her nipples went rock hard. Damn. Why did she find that tidbit of information one of the most provocative things she’d ever heard? Heat crept up her throat and into her cheeks. She needed a distraction. Fast.
“So there’s no kind of special equipment in that bag of yours that would help you to repair your implant?” Shayla indicated the pack beside him with a wave of her hand.
“No. And even if I could, I’m out of reserves.” A guttural sound emanated from the back of his throat. One that said he was one pissed off Double T, short for time traveler. Hey, why not? She’d already deemed herself a nutcase for believing this. “A damn rookie mistake,” he went on to say. “I’d been chasing Thomas for two weeks, and I’d finally zeroed in on him. I knew I’d be heading back yesterday with the rebel in custody, so I didn’t want to lose my lead by warping back for more Sustain supplies.” He shook his head and mumbled another curse under his breath. “Not a smart move.”
“You referred to the other man, Thomas, as a rebel. What kind of rebel?”
“A Sustain rebel. He and a woman we’d already retrieved by the time I located Thomas here, had removed their implants and fled. That type of rebellion isn’t tolerated. It would set our civilization back more than a century in progress, not to mention the damage that can be done by warping through timelines unchecked.”
“And your job is to ‘retrieve’ these rebels.”
He nodded. “Yes. An enforcer.”
Shayla slowly nodded. “I take it then that when Thomas did this to you, the chosen site for the stabbing was no accident?”
“He knew exactly what he was doing,” he nearly growled, teeth bared. “He also took my time piece. Wanted me trapped here, detoxing in the twenty-first century so I can ‘appreciate’ what I’m forcing our people to live without.” He pushed from the sofa cushions, marched over to the bar, and with his back to her, spread his hands wide on the surface.
“So the fever, dizziness, and when you passed out really isn’t related to any kind of infection from the stabbing, is it?”
“I’m in withdrawal.”
Shayla’s gut tightened. “How bad is it going to get? I mean, how long before help arrives?”
“A week. Maybe two.”
Her breath hitched. If he had already experienced withdrawal symptoms… She didn’t own a medical degree, but that didn’t sound good. “What does that mean for you and what your body will go through without Sustain while you wait?”
His words barely reached above a whisper, but she heard him nevertheless, and the answer lifted the hairs on her body.
“God only knows.”
Jessica Lee lives in the southeastern United States with her husband and son. She loves writing and can’t wait for that quiet time each day when her son is in school, and she can get lost in another place and world with the fantastical, sexy creatures in her head.
She’s a member of Romance Writers of America, Carolina Romance Writers.
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