5 Traits of an Irresistible Man
Guest post by author Haley Whitehall
There are some traits that make men irresistible. Many surveys and studies have been done on the subject. I write historical romance so I got to thinking have these traits changed over time? My conclusion is a resounding no. I think many of these traits have been a turn on for generations if not since cavemen days. I don’t really have a way to research my theory. See if you agree with me.
1. He radiates calm. An irresistible man exudes confidence. Women have a bad habit of worrying about everything. We need a man who can reassure us and put us at ease. Often a steady and peaceful gaze is all that it takes.
2. He is in shape. Yes, I know in a lot of romance novels the men are tall, muscular hunks, but in real life I don’t think men just need to take care of themselves. Appearance does matter when it comes to attraction, but it is only one piece of the puzzle.
3. He has a manly scent. Smell is the most powerful of our senses. Sometimes a man’s natural scent can turn a woman on. Other times it is the scent of where they work. Are they out in the woods? Around horses? Or, if they want a more refined scent, cologne can drive many women wild.
4. He is affectionate. There are many ways to show affection. A man holding my hand always makes me warm and fuzzy inside. An arm around the shoulder. A kiss. Giving you his coat when you’re cold. Saying “I love you.” All these little gestures of affection make a man irresistible.
5. He has a sexy smile. Okay. I think this is self-explanatory. Why do I think a sexy smile is so important? Eyes are the window into the soul. A genuine smile involves the eyes as well. And considering most human communication is through body language, I think a sexy smile says a lot about your love and attraction for your partner.
What other traits do you think make a man irresistible? In MIDNIGHT HEAT Allison is attracted to George instantly. Attraction is only the first step in a relationship. Learn about George and Allison’s journey.
Living in St. Louis, Missouri is a nightmare for Allison. It is 1868, but for her slavery never ended. After enduring years of abuse, she reaches her breaking point. She sees a fiery death as her only escape. She did not expect to live through the night, but George came to her rescue and changed her plans. Now she has a chance to fulfill her dream of falling in love and having a normal relationship with a handsome black man. But will he accept her with her baggage and the dark secrets from her past?
At eighteen, George is ready to make his own way in the world. He leaves his brother’s farm and gets a job as a roustabout. Working on the Mississippi River gives him the freedom he craves. Going ashore one night he sees a shack along the waterfront on fire. He never expected to find a beautiful colored woman trapped inside. Protective instincts kicking in, he instantly wants to be her man and take care of her.
Will he be able to gain her trust and love or will the memories of Allison’s painful past burn their relationship to cinders before it has begun?
George stood at the railing looking up at the stars, his mouth moving. Was he making a wish? She stood still, not wanting to interrupt him. She feasted upon his tall, muscular frame. His gray trousers fit him snuggly, showing off his tight ass.
George turned around and smiled. “I was wondering if you weren’t coming back down.”
“I had more ironing than I thought. I should have told you.” Why did she say that? He wasn’t her keeper.
“Just as long as you came back, it doesn’t bother me.”
His eyes quickly swept her frame. He had seen the pine green dress Mrs. Brown had given her many times, but he acted like this was the first.
“You are beautiful, Allison.”
She laughed. She looked like a freak with only half her eyebrows. “Thank you.”
He took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing her skin chastely. His soft lips stirred her and made her ache for more.
“I saved a good spot for us,” he said, motioning for her to follow him.
A spot for us? He freely threw around the supposition they were together—which they weren’t. Still, she didn’t protest. She wasn’t sure she wanted to be closer to him, but she knew she didn’t want to push him away. They picked their way around the maze of barrels and crates, and poor and colored passengers to an area surrounded by cotton bales.
“Some privacy,” he said, a glint in his eye.
Why did they need privacy just to sleep? She gulped air. Or did he have something else in mind?
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Haley Whitehall lives in Washington State where she enjoys all four seasons and the surrounding wildlife. She writes historical fiction and historical romance set in the 19th century U.S. When she is not researching or writing, she plays with her cats, watches the Western and History Channels, and goes antiquing. She is hoping to build a time machine so she can go in search of her prince charming. A good book, a cup of coffee, and a view of the mountains make her happy. Visit Haley’s website at http://haleywhitehall.com.
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