It’s almost 11 at night. I am not a night person. I like to be in bed by ten-ish because I have to get up early with the kids.

So, why do you ask am I still up when I’m so tired I can barely see straight?

It’s all Beth Ciotta’s fault. Her book ALL ABOUT EVIE had me hooked from the moment I opened page one. I bought the book because I love Beth to death. She’s a wonderfully sweet lady who has a kick-ass voice and probably the best personality of anyone I’ve ever met. Her funky sense of style and mega-watt smile brighten any room she walks into. Seriously, she could write a phone book and I’d buy it because I just love her.

That’s not why I couldn’t put down ALL ABOUT EVIE though. I have a lot of friends who write (duh) but that doesn’t mean I stay up past my bed time unable to put the book down. I got cranky with my family when they kept interrupting me and not letting me read this book. The main character, Evie, is quirky, spunky, and downright hysterical. I found myself laughing out loud at her I LOVE LUCYness. The hero, Arch, is sex personified.

I mean seriously HAWT! He’s the type of bad-boy you see drive by on the motorcycle and you find yourself drooling in the minivan. Yummier than a hot fudge sundae and probably just as bad for you. . .and twice as tempting.

The characters absolutely made this book, but the plot kept me enthralled 100%.

So, Miss Ciotta, I loved your book, but I’m not happy with you because I’m dog tired now and will be dragging ass tomorrow morning.

Congratulations, this book ROCKED!

I’m sure I’ve blogged about this before, but I have a thing for Alpha heroes. Which is really funny when you consider my husband is ANYTHING but an Alpha male. Maybe that’s why I like the fictional ones so much.

In real life, I don’t know if I could tolerate someone who was as stubborn as me and as strong willed. Scratch that. My husband is just as stubborn and strong willed, he just goes about it differently. While I jump up and down and scream my annoyance, he calmly goes about his business and still gets his own way. Kind of like erosion. He’ll wear you down eventually and you won’t even know it.

When I think Alpha, I think warrior, the raging storm, the fierce competetor. I think it’s an Alpha heroine’s job to turn that power to good, so to speak. He uses his warrior skills to protect her–even if she doesn’t need it– his anger is because someone threatens the ones he loves, and he competes so fiercely to win her and prove his worth.

Sigh.

But I bet he probably still doesn’t pick up his socks or remember to put his cereal bowl in the sink.

I remember reading a poem in high school about a man who was enamoured with the medieval times. All he could think about was how great they must have been. I remember the poem was slightly cynical in that it mentioned how the reality of no running water and lack of creature comforts was forgotten in the midst of the romanticism of the chivalry and paegentry of the times.

In my opinion, the poet missed the whole point! We imagine different things because we like to get lost in the idealism of them. I wouldn’t want to marry an Alpha hero, I love my husband and wouldn’t change him for all the rock-hard abs in the world. But I love to write about the men with those abs and the daring deeds they do.

So what if they aren’t real? Reality is only for those who lack imagination anyway!