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February 6, 2010 | Honey Trap, free book, friends, hero worship
Nicola Marsh is having a hot hero countdown to Valentine’s Day on her blog this month. Every day a different author posts a picture of a hot man who inspired a hero in one of her books. There are giveaways and lots of phoaaaaar.
Today I’m up, with a lovely pic of the lovely Maine man who inspired the hero of my book Honey Trap. And I’m giving away a copy, too.
Go visit, today and every day till Valentine’s Day, to check out the totty! And also to congratulate Nic on becoming a USA Today Bestseller!
January 29, 2010 | hero worship
Oh, dear. I just watched a rerun of Qi and I think I have revived my strange crush on Alan Davies. I used to watch Jonathan Creek just for his duffel coat and lisp.
I really should stay away from the television.
January 2, 2010 | hero worship
I’ve been away in Maine, so I haven’t posted for ages, but I couldn’t let tonight’s television event pass me by without posting a picture.
Goodbye, my lovely David. I will miss you zooming around in your Tardis. Please stick around so I can look at you often. Maybe you could consider taking some more roles where you have to get naked. Just think about it. For me.
Please?
April 13, 2009 | about me, hero worship
So, as my birthday present to myself, I spent a happy half an hour last night doing a naked Google search. Which, in this case, consisted of me typing in the names of lovely men accompanied by the word “naked” into Google image search, and then clicking on the first result that showed a new-to-me picture of the man in question with some bare skin showing.
And as I am the kind of girl who likes to share her birthday booty, here are some of the results of my searches:
“Naked Owen Wilson”:
“Naked Christian Bale”:
(There are a LOT of naked photos of Christian Bale out there, for good reason I say. This is just a nice sweaty manly one.)
“Naked David Tennant”:
(This is apparently Naked Dr Who, as he’s in the Tardis. I missed this episode. HOW!?!? There are also some very naked photos of David T. out there, including at least one that shows the Little Doctor. You can go look for yourself if you are that way inclined.)
“Naked Hugh Jackman”:
(This is naked Wolverine. Yowr.)
“Naked Adrian Brody”:
(As a complete bonus, there is a photo of Naked Matthew McConaughey attached! Apparently they were both swimming the same day. Again: WHERE WAS I??)
“Naked Ewan McGregor:”
(There should be a lot of naked Ewan pics out there as he reveals all at the drop of a hat, but I couldn’t find many. However this one was special because it had a Ewan quotation attached: “I was so happy this year when that young kid from ‘Forgetting Sarah Marshall’ got all the questions about his penis. I wanted to say, ‘Thanks, mate. Now me and my penis can be moving on.’”)
Happy birthday to me! Do feel free to post any other people you would like to have the naked search performed on, or links to the results of your own searches.
(PS I did find very naked pictures of Cillian Murphy, but I didn’t want to scare Kate Hardy so I’m keeping them to myself.)
February 9, 2009 | hero worship
It is one of the many pleasures of belonging to the Romantic Novelists’ Association that we get to vote annually on who we fancy most. This year, the sexiest male celebrities are:
1 Richard Armitage
2 Johnny Depp
3 Hugh Jackman
4 George Clooney
5 Daniel Craig
6 Sean Bean
7 Alan Rickman
8 David Tennant
9 Pierce Brosnan
10 Gerard Butler
(Read the rest of the article here.)
This gives me the perfect excuse to post another picture of David Tennant. What a hardship.
“What, only number eight??”
October 20, 2008 | Uncategorized, hero worship
Yikes! Yikes! Yikes! Stop press!
I was watching CBeebies this evening with the Fecklet, when who appears on my screen to read the bedtime story but this man!
I have never seen him before in my life but his name is Tom Ward and he is the hero of the book I am writing right now! Holy cow! Where’d he suddenly spring from?
And does he want to come round for tea?!?!
September 10, 2008 | Honey Trap, hero worship
I’ll talk more about Sophie tomorrow, but I’ve got a post up today on The Writing Playground about how I came up with the hero of Honey Trap, Dominick Steele. I’ll also be giving away a copy of Honey Trap there, to a person who comments.
So please visit The Writing Playground!
Meanwhile, here is a picture of the physical inspiration for Dominick Steele. A beautiful man, and one who happens to have grown up about forty miles from my home town…
Tags: Honey Trap
September 4, 2008 | hero worship, parenthood
Okay I’ve had a heads-up that Kate Hardy is going to mock me for fancying men who she deems “not old enough to shave”. Also, I still feel rather guilty for lusting after a dude in a Hogwarts uniform. So today I’m going to explore the other guilty extreme: fancying guys who are in your son’s television programmes.
I am a bad person to watch children’s television anyway. I tend to get a little bored with the storylines and make stuff up, which is why I have a whole theory about how in In the Night Garden Iggle Piggle gives Upsy Daisy telepathic orgasms, and how Makka Pakka is an obsessive-compulsive genius who eroticises rocks. It probably also explains why my favourite line ever in Wonder Pets is when Ming Ming the duck tells an egg “I’m going to love you with my bum!”
But I have to admit that at times I have perked up. For one thing, Sid and Andy, the morning presenters on CBeebies, are actually pretty hot. Especially when they do their number raps.
I’ve heard rumours of other mums fancying Big Cook and Little Cook, and I do have a weakness for chefs. (See, for example, my books Delicious and One Night Stand, and Nina Jones also features two good-looking chefs.) And Little Cook Small is nice I must admit. But I think their dancing is a little bit disturbing. Not like Sid and Andy’s. Which is sexy, in like a totally non-sexy and suitable for children’s television way.
Lately, too, I have found myself ogling Lazytown’s Sportacus. You gotta admit, those are some fine biceps. You also gotta love a guy who lives in a blimp. Apparently in real life he was an Olympic medalist in competitive aerobics. And hey, Kate, look–he’s got a moustache!
(If I ever tell you I’ve been checking out Bob the Builder, though, please call someone, because it’s a cry for help.)
September 1, 2008 | hero worship
Hey, it’s a holiday in the US, isn’t it? Not here. In fact I’ve been working all day! What’s the deal with that, then!?!?
Right, I have a moral dilemma. Following my total glom on Twilight series (will finish book 2 tonight before I sleep), I have been confronted by Kris Starr, who accuses me of trying to make her feel guilty for fancying Robert Pattinson, who plays Edward in the upcoming film. I believe that this is because I, myself, feel guilty.
The whole thing is rather difficult. I mean, on the one hand, there is this.
And this is quite scrumptious, even in red velvet, and just exactly the sort of tall, angular, slightly quirky-looking man who I fancy the bejesus out of (see, for example, David Tennant). This guy could be a hero. He really, really could.
On the other hand, there is this.
Now I am not all that old (really) but I am definitely a Grown-Up, and a former teacher at that, and it just seems wrong to fancy Cedric Diggory, or indeed anyone at all in a Hogwarts uniform. I fought the attraction when I saw the movie, and I’m still fighting it now, dammit. I am a moral person.
But…red velvet, though.
Advice? Encouragement? Psychiatric help? Anyone?
March 15, 2008 | hero worship
My mom and dad are coming to visit tomorrow for a week, so I might not get the chance to post much. So I will leave you with a photograph of David Tennant.
Enjoy, and catch you later!
February 14, 2008 | hero worship
A bit of fun for Valentine’s Day:
Members of the Romantic Novelists’ Association have voted Johnny Depp as the Number One Perfect Romantic Hero in a poll to mark Valentine’s Day. According to these authors, a romantic hero should be gorgeous, deliciously sexy, intensely masculine and have a commanding presence.
‘We should be qualified to judge,’ one writer commented. ‘After all, we create these heroes on paper every day.’
The top ten male celebrities voted the Perfect Romantic Hero were:
1. Johnny Depp
2. Daniel Craig
3. Sean Bean
4. Richard Armitage
5. Hugh Jackman
6. Colin Firth
7. Alan Rickman
8. Pierce Brosnan
9. George Clooney
10. David Tennant
A second poll, taken by members of the RNA bravely admitting to being ‘over a certain age’, voted for male celebrities over fifty who’ve ‘still got it’. Remarkable for his appearance on both polls, Pierce Brosnan took the crown for the over fifties by a huge margin.
The top ten Over-Fifty Perfect Romantic Heroes were:
1. Pierce Brosnan
2. Harrison Ford
3. Ranulph Fiennes
4. Bill Nighy
5. Liam Neeson
6. Sam Neill
7. Sean Connery
8. Peter O’Toole
9. Clint Eastwood
10. Omar Sharif
I think you can see which particular two I voted for. Though I wouldn’t say no to Johnny, Daniel, or Alan either.
By the way, do check out my post below, which is generating some interesting discussion.
February 11, 2008 | contests, hero worship
It’s Modern Heat Treasure Hunt day today!
If you haven’t joined the hunt yet, here’s the deal: Throughout February, you visit different Modern Heat authors’ blogs to find clues. There’s a schedule of who to visit when on the Modern Heat authors’ group blog. Then, at the end of the month, you send in all the clues for a chance to win a huge great big bumper pack of books!
My book giveaway is one of my backlist, Being a Bad Girl. I chose this one because out of all my heroes for Mills & Boon, I get the most fan mail about two of them: Angus MacAllister, from Delicious/MacAllister’s Baby, and Oz Strummer, from Being a Bad Girl. And as it looks like BaBG isn’t going to be released in the US in the foreseeable future, I thought I’d give someone a chance to read it.
Oz, properly known as Dr Oscar Strummer, Ph.D., is–well, he’s just lovely. He’s a clinical psychologist, and when he first appears, in my very first book Featured Attraction, he’s the voice of reason to his best friend Jack’s impulsive charm. Oz grew up as the eldest of six children, the son of a minister, and he has a very overdeveloped sense of responsibility. As a teen he was tall and weedy and brainy, and even though at Harvard he joined the rowing team and has developed into a drop-dead-good-looking hunk, he still thinks of himself as a nerd, analysing everyone’s behaviour from a distance. He is beautiful, caring, loving, and very lonely.
Which is, obviously, why he borrows a motorcycle and leathers, puts on a fake tattoo, and roars into a charity bachelor auction. Where good girl Marianne Webb sees him:
With a roar, the most extraordinary sight Marianne had ever seen exploded onto the stage.
The motorcycle was a blur, a flash of red and silver. Marianne hardly noticed it. What she saw was the man.
He was big, and tall, and strong. He wore a sleeveless black t-shirt that exposed the muscles of his arms. On the golden skin of one of them, she glimpsed a tattoo. She couldn’t tell exactly from here, but his hands looked big enough to wrap around her waist and meet on either side. His hair was blond. Streaks of it looked as if they’d been bleached nearly white by the sun. It wasn’t that long for a biker’s; it didn’t reach his collar. But it was wild. As if the wind belonged in it.
“After that entrance, ladies, Oz needs no introduction,” said the auctioneer. “Who’d like to start the bidding for our biker boy? Do I hear eighty dollars?”
A forest of hands went up in the audience. “A hundred dollars to the lady in blue, and do I hear a hundred and twenty? Good, one-twenty to you by the jukebox, will anybody give me one-fifty?”
His long legs were encased in black leather. Marianne imagined how the leather would smell. How it would be warm from him. How, when he stood up from the bike, it would fit the contours of his body.
And what a spectacular body. Even his muscles had muscles. He was one hundred per cent male, from his blonde hair to his leather-booted toes. Testosterone-ridden.
Dangerous.
“And that’s two hundred and fifty dollars. Girls, that’s the highest bid we’ve had so far this evening, let’s go as high as we can. It’s all for charity. And a date with Oz, of course. Who’ll give me three hundred dollars?”
Hands were still waving, blocking her vision of the man on stage. She stood on tiptoes so she could see better.
That wasn’t enough. There were still arms waving around everywhere. The bidding seemed to be reaching some sort of a frenzy.
Marianne planted her hands on the bar and hoisted herself up onto it. She scrambled onto her knees on the slippery polished wood.
There. A clear view at last. Clear enough to see his tattoo: a sword and a snake. And that he wasn’t wearing leather pants; he was wearing chaps. The black leather framed and drew attention to his crotch, covered in snug faded denim, straddling the flaming red motorcycle.
This man wouldn’t be polite. He wouldn’t worry about rules. He would do exactly what he wanted, and forget the consequences.
This man was the baddest bad boy she’d ever seen in her life.
So here’s my question: What two big phallic symbols are on Oz’s fake tattoo? (Hint: it’s two paragraphs from the end of the excerpt.)
Don’t forget you need to collect all the answers to win, and then email them to the contest address on the Modern Heat blog.
For the next clue, visit Trish Wylie’s blog on the 13th!
