Pitcher, Nightingale et al.

Usage examples of heroines.

Whatever the outcome, it would be an adventure worthy of one of the heroines of her novels.

What worried her the most was that during those scorching moments in his arms, she had been caught up in a maelstrom of overheated sensation that overshadowed anything any of her heroines had ever experienced.

In the future when one of her heroines kissed one of her heroes, sparks would shoot straight off the page.

She certainly could not continue to behave as if she were one of the heroines in her own novels.

I also find her female characters to be a pleasant change from the usual weepy, fainting heroines one finds in so many novels.

None of her heroines would have flinched at the notion of a bit of midnight investigation.

Whatever happened, she must not make the grand mistake that she frequently allowed her heroines to make.

Because if she allowed herself to dwell on the impossible notion of holding Leo's babe in her arms, she would surely do what she never allowed her heroines to do.

In her novels her heroines never failed to find safes concealed in walls behind paintings.

Morgan's heroines are nearly always dressed in white muslin, and Diana and I have always resolved that that was what we would wear if we ever met her.

She sat down again, quickly, a little surprised at the weakness and nausea that the heroines of movies never seemed to suffer after a violent assault.

Staring up, appalled, at the seven‑foot paling of reinforced cedar and pine, she felt the sensation of having been cheated by three generations of fictional heroes and heroines who could effortlessly scramble up and over eight‑foot, barbed wire fences without breaking sweat or scraping off their shirt buttons as they bellied over the top.

She knew‑or hoped, anyway‑that she wouldn't act like one of those whining and putty‑willed movie heroines who took pots shots at the hero because of a desperate attachment they had formed for the villain, but she had hoped also that she wouldn't be asked to choose.

Holding up her skirts with one hand and thanking all the Fates that watch over heroines that she'd had, by this time, plenty of practice fleeing in pet­ticoats, Joanna stumbled along after Antryg as he walked rapidly down the slimy mud of the lane.

He scanned the chapters of his predecessors, found plenty of heroes and heroines already created, and was satisfied with them.