Archive for the ‘hero worship’ Category
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!
September 15, 2007 | hero worship
I am writing a sex scene.
So of course I have to post a picture of my hero in, er, sunglasses and a leather jacket zipped up to his chin.
You know, the more I think about this (and the more I look up photos on the internet), the more I’m convinced that Patrick Dempsey and I should be friends. I mean, we’re both from Maine, we’re both married, we both have kids, we both like fish, we both like driving fast cars, we both aren’t doctors but we play them on TV (well, that’s not so true of me, but we’ll ignore that), we both like to wear a nice frock and clutch our boobs, we both look really hot in v-neck jumpers. He’s a famous film and television actor, I’m a not-so-famous writer who becomes obsessed with famous film and television actors and puts them in her books.
We’re practically twins, separated at birth. Fraternal twins, obviously.
Should I give him a call?
September 3, 2007 | hero worship
Following my comment below that Hugh Jackman was the inspiration for Oz in Being a Bad Girl, Michelle Styles has sent me this photo:
Notice any similarities…?
September 3, 2007 | hero worship
This is the photo I used to inspire me for my hero Oz, in Being a Bad Girl. Intelligent, sweet, funny, very very gorgeous.
If you want to see more photos of the delectable Mr Hugh Jackman, make your way over to the Pink Heart Society where they are having a Hugh Jackman blog tour.
What better way to liven up a Monday.
August 21, 2007 | Honey Trap, hero worship
I’m about a third of the way through this book and I only just picked my model for my hero, Dominick Steele, who is a former alcoholic rock star:
His band’s name is Dirtysweet, which I came up with myself (after listening to T Rex), but he’s also got a former band called Stainless, which is thanks to Jess.
July 5, 2007 | hero worship
My photo uploading plug-in has been fixed so here is a treat for you all. Tom Welling* without a shirt on.
Yowzer.
*Superman in Smallville
April 12, 2007 | about me, hero worship
Tomorrow is my birthday.
Therefore in celebration, I am posting two photos of the gorgeous Mr Tennant, in various come-hither poses, dressed as Casanova.
“Come to daddy…
…and let him kiss it better.”
Happy birthday to me!
Now I am going to go bake myself a chocolate cake.
(With thanks to Tilly and Lust Bites for the kissing photo…)
February 26, 2007 | hero worship
I have wasted huge amounts of time today inviting celebrities I fancy to be my friends on my MySpace page.
February 25, 2007 | hero worship
I just turned on the television and it was DAVID TENNANT NAKED!!!!!!
Yes, oh Lord yes, life is sweet.
November 14, 2006 | hero worship, writing
Oh my God.
My new hero is SO GREAT. He is just, just, incredible. He is so lovely and wonderful and all-around AWESOME.
I have been rocking back in my chair every six minutes laughing out loud and telling the ceiling how brilliant he is.
How on earth am I going to stop my heroine from being totally in love with him already???
I want to post another photo, but there are too many to choose from on this site. I particularly like the rather naughty-looking one with the sonic screwdriver, sixth down from the top.
