annaClaiming the Courtesan
Reading about ultra alphas has always been a guilty pleasure for me. My mother gave me my first romance, a Harlequin (although in Oz, they’re Mills & Boons), when I was eight.

It featured an overbearing Portuguese senhor who bossed the Aussie nurse heroine until they finally got married. Sad to say, this to my childish self was bliss!

My taste for haughty, arrogant males in books (and I LOVED it when the woman stood up to the guy and the sparks really flew) continued through the ‘70s and ‘80s with Anne Mather and Violet Winspear and their Spanish/Greek/Sheikh/generic Mediterranean Man heroes. Clearly, Englishmen (all these writers were British) didn’t cut the mustard when it came to bullying some poor innocent governess or penniless ward or sweet waif-like creature into breathless passion.
Claiming the Courtesan
When I discovered American historicals, the gates to romance heaven opened wide. Give me Wulfgar! Give me Brandon Birmingham! Give me Ruark! Give me Steve what’s-his-name from Sweet, Savage Love – and isn’t that a title that promises a baaaadd alpha?

Why am I telling you this? Because when I began to write Claiming the Courtesan!, that early reading channelled into my hero, Justin Kinmurrie, the mad, bad and dangerous to know Duke of Kylemore. Apologies to Lady Caroline Lamb. But when you say something as cool as that, you’ve got to expect people to plagiarize it. I like to excuse my hero’s behavior by saying that eventually he learns from his mistakes, but, man, he was fun to write!

Does anybody else share my guilty pleasure? Do you read vampires and werewolves and teeth-gnashingly bad dukes, earls and knights to get your alpha fix? Are you a sheikh geek? Best comment wins a chocolate Caramello koala or two from Australia just because Caramello koalas would have to be the sweetest, most beta boys I know. Even if I can’t help biting their heads off!