Have you ever heard of Ree Drummond, aka the Pioneer Woman? She is a former city girl who married a rancher and now lives on a big ranch in the middle of nowhere in the state of Oklahoma with four children, a dashing husband, several cowboys, a few dogs, and several thousand moo cows, bulls, calfs, and horsies. Not to mention calf nuts.
Last week I stumbled across her blog, which has won several bloggies this year, among them the “Best Weblog of the Year” award. She writes about ranch life, homeschooling, cooking, and calf nuts – with not even the tiniest bit of dragon-tail in sight. I was instantly hooked. And then I discovered the section “Black Heels to Tractor Wheels,” the story of how she met and fell in love with her husband. As far as romances go, this was the best I’ve read in a while.
And the very bestest thing?
Ree’s Marlboro Man.
Reading Ree’s real-life love story (lovely alliteration, isn’t it?), I realised (ha! here’s another R) that there aren’t many strong, caring, kind men in romance. Alpha heroes are usually grumpy and tormented. They might turn out nice and caring at the end of the novel, but before that, they’ve got serious problems with their anger management.
So last weekend I stood in front of my romance shelves in my library, looking for kind heroes.
The only one I found?
P.C. Cast’s ClanFintan.
What’s wrong with romance heroes, I ask you? Why are most of them so very grumpy? (Okay, okay, I admit that getting branded by the heroine at the very beginning of the story does not make for a sunny disposition.) (And I also admit that usually like tormented heroes. But not right now!)