Male Character Novels & Stories

“…they shot him. They would have hurt me, too, if it wasn’t for Micah. He was amazing. Like someone you’d see in an action movie.” Maleah shakes her head in disbelief. “Are you kidding me right now?” Shaking my head, I rub my hand over my forehead to relieve the tension. “No, I’m not. Micah messed those men up without breaking a sweat.” She pushes back in her seat with a snort. “Holy shit, girl, I’m so glad you’re okay. It looks like you have an alpha male on your hands. A real badass.”

Not sexy to me, unless you are the Rock! And yet, I was just looking around and I had no intention whatsoever of talking to anyone around here ever. Too shy, too cowardly, too low self-esteem... or all of the above. In my story though, The Rush, my main male character was like that... like the one I was looking at doing push-ups with such ease. Damn, those arms. I kindly reminded myself not to look intensely at his moving muscles under his red sleeveless T-shirt and tight black shorts... it wasn't polite.

Holy mother! The last thing she ever expected to see when she took her trash out this morning was to see Mr. Sex on a Stick jogging down the sidewalk and pausing to catch his breath in front of her cottage. He certainly was a mouthwatering bit of masculinity. Broad shoulders framed a lean muscled body with narrow hips and long legs. Every muscle was toned and well-defined. Shaggy dark brown hair framed a face with a square jaw, high cheekbones, and dark-chocolate eyes that looked out at the world from beneath lush, thick lashes. And damn! Right at one corner of his mouth, a dimple that winked when he smiled. He was most definitely the quintessential model for hero of the year. Maybe of the c