Today I want to talk about what turns people on. In Hunter's Hunt, the main character Hunter Bell, is searching for a certain type of man: burly, hairy and he should be able to take a paddling.
From most of my friends I know they prefer certain types. There's the one friend whose partners all had to be tall, dark-haired men. The eye color wasn't a big issue although said friend preferred brown eyes. Then there's another friend who wants her potential partners to be middle-aged—younger men are a complete no-go. And how about still another friend, who won't look at anyone who hasn't got blue eyes and bulging muscles?
I have to admit I find these regulations amusing. Don't get me wrong, everyone likes what or who they like and I'll never judge anyone for it. It's just that I find it limiting but then again I never had a preferred type. My partners have ranged in a variety of hair and eye color. As for their bodies? Some have been my own height (which translates into small since I'm only 5 feet 4), some have been much taller. As much as I love a firm body I never minded if my partner was soft in the middle or had a receding hairline. Pondering all that led me to ask myself what exactly gets my blood boiling.
Did I find an answer to my question? To be honest—no. But I found out what convinces me to look twice or smile. It's a simple facial feature: dimples. I'm an utter and complete sucker for people with dimples.
Which brings me right back to Hunter's Hunt because Hunter's love interest has the deepest dimples Hunter has ever seen. If only admitting to his attraction would be easy...
Have you been attracted to someone that didn't fit your usually preferred type? I invite you to tell us about it and what came of it.
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Wanted: one bear. Must be burly and hairy, and strong enough to paddle. Hunter Bell is on the prowl, and he knows just where to find his prey: at the Bear Trap, a gay leather bar he’s more than a little familiar with. So many men, so little time. He’s just about to pounce on his choice of the evening when a newcomer enters the bar, turning everyone’s head. Adrian Michaels is everything Hunter despises in a man. He’s lean and boyish looking, and he has the deepest dimples Hunter’s ever seen.
And yet there is an immediate attraction, one that neither man can deny. They’re both too astonished to do anything about this apparent interest in one another, and they waste their opportunity. Now it’s up to Hunter to forget about his stereotypical preference and go for the guy that’s just entered his dreams. If only he can admit to himself that Adrian’s what he really wants...
It took a moment for the newcomer to absorb his surroundings and, when he did, he flinched. A few men chuckled upon discovering the baffled look on the guy's face, which proved that he indeed hadn't known about the nature of the Bear's Trap. Hunter watched him shift from one foot to the other while most men turned back and resumed their conversations. The new guy remained rooted to the spot, dripping water all over the floor, before he squared his shoulders and pushed through the mass of bodies. At last he reached the bar, where Hunter was still standing, for some unknown reason interested in this guy.
The newcomer waved at the bartender. "Is there a phone anywhere?"
"You don't have a cell phone?" another guy asked, perplexed.
The newcomer shot him a 'drop-dead' look, startling Hunter into a laugh. The new guy turned toward him with a quizzical look. Hunter was face-to-face with an irritated man, whose dark blue eyes were blazing.
"Bad day?" Hunter heard himself ask.
Hunter pulled his cell phone from his pocket and held it out to him. "You might better go to the back. Otherwise, you won't be able to understand anything."
Baffled, the other man took the phone. "Thank you, uh, what's your name?"
"Hunter." He held out his hand for the other man to shake.
"Last name or first name?"
"Thanks, Hunter. I'm Adrian."
Adrian gestured with the phone toward the end of the bar and raised one delicate eyebrow. "This way?"
Hunter nodded and beckoned Adrian to go past him. Adrian only made it a few feet before one of the other men groped him, drawing out a surprised yelp from Adrian. He shoved the guy aside then proceeded farther into the back. On his way, he struggled with advances from more guys than Hunter could count. At some point, Adrian whirled around and, even from that distance Hunter could see the fast heaving of his chest, the free hand balled into a fist, and the stressed look on his face.
With a sigh, Hunter pushed away from the bar and strolled after Adrian. He caught up with him right when another man, a regular customer called Dean, made a pass at him.
"Hey, knock it off. He's with me, Dean."
"With you? Since when are you going for his type, Hunter?" Dean asked with a sneer.
Hunter shrugged while he sent a dark glower toward Dean, which caused the other man to drop his eyes and inspect the contents of his glass thoroughly. Hunter laid a hand on Adrian's shoulder and pushed him ahead. Adrian cast him a worried look but walked where Hunter steered him. After opening a door to a private room at the end, he ushered Adrian through and switched on the light.
Adrian clutched the cell phone in his hands, staring at Hunter with an apprehensive look. Hunter noticed that Adrian's eyes were of a dark, almost navy, blue. He swallowed. Even behind the glasses, Adrian's eyes seemed large and expressive. He had to concentrate on listening to Adrian's question. "Is this... is this some kind of leather bar?"
"Yeah. Never been in one before, have you?" Hunter asked.
"No. No offense and all, but I'm not very fond of it."
"Need a bodyguard?"
Adrian eyed him before he obviously came to some kind of decision. "You free for bodyguard duty for maybe an hour?"
"Sure." Hunter grinned. "I won't even try to molest you."