Totally Hot, Totally Shirtless – Hugh Jackman

So this category has been totally neglected lately.  Sorry ladies.  When I see the following on my face book page “Three words. X-men. Jackman. Shirtless.:”  I know it’s time.  So Tina Moore.  This one is for you.  I had to think for a moment if I wanted Hugh shirtless in this category or Loved Him Then Love Him Now.  He’s been around for awhile.  Way back to the Snowy River days.  But after taking a another look at him shirtless, there was no question.  So from X-Men and on the beach here he is Hugh Jackman in all of his shirtless Glory

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Honestly is there anything sexier than a hot Dad?

Musical Memories – Phil Collins

Music just takes me back. Lately it’s been Phil Collins that’s made me remember an old flame. It was 1986. There had been Live Aid the year before and Phil Collins was huge. He was one of the hottest acts going. The flame du jour and I were hanging out and I’m not sure but Phil Collins was live on the radio the whole night. He still lived with his mom and dad. I lived with my brother and sister-in-law and their two small children, so we had to find times and places to be alone together. This was one of those nights that we did. So I hear Phil Collins and I’m back there. It was one of those relationships that probably had more ups than downs but this memory is just a nice one that makes me smile and remember when.

A New Look

Okay here it is. My new Website/Blog page Let me know what you think. It will have the same old fun stuff and more writing stuff. Watch for a real post later in the day. Have a good day ya’ll and when you have that glass of sweet tea at lunch time, think of me.

Welcome Tracie Banister, ChickLit Author

Today we have with us, Tracie Banister talking about writing and her book Blame It on the Fame. Welcome Tracie 

1.   Tell us a little bit about yourself.

 My name is Tracie Banister, and I love to read and write sassy, sexy, funny fiction for women.  I just recently released my debut Chick Lit novel, Blame It on the Fame.  I’m a Southern girl who’s lived in Georgia for the last 26 years.  In my spare time, I like to lose myself in a good book, watch movies, hang out with my three beautiful rescue dogs, and see live theatre whenever and wherever I can (I’m a freak for Broadway musicals and Shakespeare plays!)

 

2.   We really want to hear about your writing.  What are you working on now?

 Right now, I’m preparing my second novel, which follows the romantic and professional trials and tribulations of a Latina psychologist in South Beach, for release in May.  And I just started work on what I hope will be the first in a series of novels about an aristocratic family of young women in early nineteenth-century England.  I’m calling it “Regency Chick Lit” since there will be a lot of romance and wit in the series.

 

3.    What do you have available we can buy and read now?

 My Oscar-themed Chick Lit novel, Blame it on the Fame, is currently available at Amazon and Smashwords.  Here’s the blurb:

 A power-trippin’ bitch, a has-been, a skanky ex-model, a press-shy indie queen, and a British stage actress no one knows – this is how the Best Actress hopefuls in this year’s too-close-to-call Oscar race cattily describe each other.  Which of them will win the much-coveted gold statue and what price will they be forced to pay as they travel the red carpeted-path toHollywood glory?

Amidst all the press-schmoozing and angsting over which designer gown to wear, these Oscar contenders feud, commiserate, and face a succession of personal crises – scandalous secrets come to light, marriages implode, accidents land two nominees in the hospital while another receives news that could derail her career, all culminating on Tinsel Town’s biggest night when anything can happen, and does.
 

4.    Where do you get your inspiration for your stories?

 For me, inspiration can be found anywhere – the internet, magazines, the news, an overheard snippet of conversation, friends, family.  I never know where the next idea might come from, which keeps life interesting!

 5.    Are you a plotter or a pantser?

 Can I be both?  A plotty pantser?  Or maybe a pantsy plotter?  I always start out with a game plan – detailed character sketches, ideas for scenes, snippets of dialogue, and I know where I want the story to begin and where I want it to end, but how my characters get from Point A to Point B is almost entirely up to them.  I like to set them down on the page and let them play. 

 6.   When did you start writing? 

 Elementary school, that’s when I started writing plays (two of which my 4th grade class performed on stage for the student body.)  And my writing just developed from there.  In junior high, I wrote serial stories starring me and my friends – new installments would be shoved into my pals’ lockers every morning.  When I got to high school, I found that I really enjoyed writing literary analyses and was nominated for an award for some papers I wrote in my sophomore English Lit class.  I didn’t attempt to write my first novel (a historical romance) until I was an adult.  Since then, I’ve dabbled in many writing formats, including short stories, fan fiction, and blogging, but I always come back to full-length fiction.

 7.   Tell us a little bit about how you write.  Do you have a favorite place or a favorite time of day to write?  Music or quiet?  Something you have to have nearby?

 I don’t own a laptop, so I do all of my writing at my desk.  My brain works best when it’s fresh, so I find that I do my most productive writing in the morning and early afternoon.  I’m pretty much done by 4PM.  I am very sensitive to noise and find it terribly distracting, so I must have peace and quiet while I’m in creative mode (Alas, my dogs don’t really appreciate my writerly sensibilities, and I’m often treated to a barking refrain from the Cocker Chorus.)  The items I must have nearby when I’m working are post-it notes for scribbling thoughts, ideas, and reminders on, my William Shakespeare paperweight (I rub his head for luck), and a glass of Lemon La Croix water (I am absolutely convinced that the carbonation stimulates my imagination!)

8.    Who is your favorite author?

Of all time?  Easy.  Jane Austen.  Her stories and characters are timeless, and I can’t think of a greater wit than she.  I am not one to reread a book, even one that I love, but I have read Austen’s stories over and over throughout the years and they never cease to delight.

9.    If there was a movie about your life, who would you want to play you?

I’ve been compared to several petite, blonde actresses (Melissa Joan Hart, Sarah Michelle Gellar, Reese Witherspoon) in my life, although I wouldn’t say that I’m the spitting image of any of them.  If I had to choose one to play me on the silver screen, I guess I’d go with Reese as she comes across as very intelligent while still having a good sense of humor that shines through.

10.   Do you have any advice for any aspiring writers who might be reading today?

Write as much as you can, as often as you can, because it will help you to hone your craft.  And be sure to challenge yourself – try a different genre, a different POV, a different format, it will keep your writing from growing stale.  And most importantly, believe in yourself and your ability.  You will encounter A LOT of rejection in your writing career, and it’s only natural to feel bummed out, but don’t ever let anyone else’s opinion stop you from doing what you love.


11.   Now just for fun, you’ve seen my Totally Hot and Totally Shirtless men do you have a favorite among them or a suggestion for someone to add.

I am a big fan of hot, shirtless guys, and you’ve got some good ones on your blog, Darlene.  Hard to top Daniel Craig aka 007 in those blue swim trunks, but I think that the gorgeous Joe Manganiello of True Blood fame is worthy of your attention.  That man’s chest is a sight to behold!

 

12.    Okay now we need the 411 where can our readers find more about you.  Give us the Scoop.  Facebook?  Twitter?  Webpage?  Blog?  Most importantly, where can we find your book.

 I love Twitter and welcome new followers:  https://twitter.com/#!/traciebanister

My blog is Books by Banister (Yes, I like alliteration!):  http://traciebanister.blogspot.com/

My author Facebook page is a work-in-progress, but it will be up soon, hopefully.  I’ll post a link on my blog when it’s finally up and running.

Blame It on the Fame can be purchased at Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/Blame-Fame-ebook/dp/B006ZBG5HU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1329252763&sr=8-1

And Smashwords:  http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/124304

 Finally, do you have an excerpt or blurb you’d like to share?

 Of course.  Here’s an excerpt from Blame It on the Fame that involves Oscar nominee, British stage actress Philippa Sutcliffe, and her co-star, Miles McCrea, the Scottish cad whom she had a torrid on-set affair with.  Their relationship ended badly (major understatement) and the two haven’t laid eyes on each other for the better part of a year.  That’s about to change as they’ve been ordered by the studio to get out and promote their Oscar-nominated film together.  The first stop on their Reconciliation Tour is a chat show called “Eye on London.

 *   *   *   *   *

 She let the production assistant lead her down a series of corridors to the backstage area of the Eye on London set.  There was a sound tech waiting to hand Philippa a small microphone, which she clipped to the v-neck of her dress while he moved behind her to work on hiding the mic cord and attaching a small battery pack to her belt.  It seemed to take an inordinate amount of time for the tech to perform what should have been a simple task and it occurred to Philippa that his touch was lingering on certain parts of her anatomy that were by invitation only.

“Is there a problem back there?” she wondered.

“No problem,” the words were delivered in the distinctive Scottish burr that used to make her insides melt.  She felt the familiar scrape of a stubbled cheek brush against hers as he bent down to murmur in her ear, “It’s been so long since I’ve had my hands on you; I just wanted to savor the moment.”

“URGH!  Miles!”  She pushed his hands off her hips in disgust and spun around to face him.

He laughed with wicked delight, enjoying the fact that he’d flustered her.

“You look good, Phil.  You’ve put on some weight . . .,” his eyes traveled up and down her body, which was encased in a form-fitting wrap dress that showed off every womanly curve, “. . . in all the right places.”

“Well, you look like hell,” she commented waspishly after taking note of his rumpled hair, unshaven face, and drooping eyelids.  “Did you even bother going to bed last night?”

“Oh, I went to bed.  I just didn’t get any sleep.”  He gave her a lascivious wink and chuckled, but Philippa was not amused.

“Spare me the gruesome details of your latest conquest,” she ordered frostily.

“Jealous?” he teased, stepping closer so that only an inch or two of space separated their bodies.

Trying not to breathe in the heady scent of him, she looked up to meet his inquisitive gaze.  “You could exchange bodily fluids with every fame-chasing slag inGreat Britain, and I wouldn’t care.  What I do care about is my career and my public image, both of which are inextricably tied to yours at the moment, so I’d appreciate it if you would–”

“Mmmmmm, inextricably.”  His eyes dropped to her mouth.  “I love it when you use words with lots of syllables.”

“Would you focus, please?”

“I am focused,” he assured her.

“On the interview, not my lips.”

“But they’re such nice lips,” his mouth was just a whisper from hers now, “very soft and kissable as I recall.”

“You should cling to those memories because I won’t be refreshing them any time soon.”  Her tone was hard and resolute.

“Ah, but I live in hope.”

“No, you live in debauchery, and it’s taking its toll.”

* * * * *

Thanks Tracie.  This was a great interview.  Thanks for visiting with us today.

Most Viewed Pictures

These are the four most viewed pictures from this blog from the time that it began.  Do you notice a common theme?  Hmmm If  I wasn’t sure before, this state makes it abundantly clear.  You’re coming for the men.  So I’ll keep bringing them.  So here are your favorites and mine too for that matter,

Loved Him Then, Love Him Now – Rhett Butler

Watched Gone With the Wind again last night. I read the book for the first time when I was ten years old and have been in love ever since. It’s been one of those evolving love affairs. At first I just felt sorry for Scarlett because Rhett left her. Then I felt sorry for Rhett because Scarlett just couldn’t get it. Last night I was thinking if they could only catch a break. Scarlett really got a bum deal when she and Ashley got “busted” at the lumber mill. It was innocent. Then she fell down the stairs. She still wasn’t over that when they lost Bonnie. Then Melanie died. How was any relationship going to bear all of that. I like to think they got back together eventually but never ever in any reality I know, the way Alexandra Ripley wrote it. Not to speak ill of the dead but come on. So here he is without further ado, Rhett Butler.

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Jillian Chantal shares: Sebastian’s Salvation

Thanks for having me here today, Darlene. I appreciate the invitation to chat a bit about my new release, Sebastian’s Salvation.  It’s a contemporary romantic suspense. The hero is a former Green Beret who was injured on a mission in Afghanistan and while in rehab, he learned he had a gift for painting.  He’s now a celebrated artist who paints nude portraits. He meets the heroine at his one man show in London where she’s not very friendly to him. Once she sees his work in detail, she’s determined to have him paint her. He sees her as a snobby aristocrat and since she rebuffed him at the art show, he’s reluctant to deal with her. The excerpt here is the scene where he refuses to paint her portrait.

One of the things I do when I begin a new story is to make a soundtrack of songs that I feel will go with the story. Since I write without an outline and no real advance plotting, sometimes I have songs on the soundtrack that don’t initially make sense but later on, I realize why my subconscious chose a particular song. I play the soundtrack in my car, in my office and pretty much anywhere I can immerse myself in the music. This helps my focus and I believe it helps in the deep recesses of my mind with the plotting. Even though I’m a pantser, I find that my subconscious always knew where the story was going. The brain is a mighty powerful thing!

One song that I used on Sebastian’s soundtrack was by The Pet Shop Boys. West End Girls fit the story somewhat as the heroine is a west end of London girl, an earl’s daughter. The hero is not a London east end boy; rather, he’s a New York City east end boy which is totally different but the song worked for me and helped me in the writing of their characters.

Thanks again for having me here, Darlene. It’s been super fun.

Visit me on the web here: http://jillianchantal.com/news/

twitter: https://twitter.com/JillianChantal

Book trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uvzMd4ttvmU

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/sebastians-salvation

Blurb:

Three lives intertwine—a former Green Beret, now a painter of nude portraits tormented by the death of his comrade, an earl’s daughter, and a crazed stalker. Will the acts of the stalker force the soldier back into the life of violence which he sought to avoid?

Sebastian Hughes, wounded on a mission in Afghanistan, discovers a talent for painting nude portraits while in a rehabilitation center learning to walk again after losing part of his leg. He becomes the toast of London society and women clamor to be painted by him.

Lady Joanna Gresham, nursing a broken heart and used to getting what she wants, sets her sights on having her portrait painted by Sebastian. Once she meets him, she wants him for herself. She pursues him, intent on winning him. What she didn’t count on was a stalker who wants to harm everyone Sebastian holds dear.

Excerpt:

Joanna Gresham passed Margaret in the hallway of Bast’s building. Margaret carried a saddle under her arm.

Margaret stopped her and hitched the saddle to a more comfortable position. “You one of the many?”

“Many what?”

“Clients of Bast’s?”

Joanna shook her head. “No. But I’m thinking about it. I was at his show last night and am very impressed.”

“With the man or the artist?” The woman smiled coyly

“The artist of course.” Joanna stood tall and looked down her nose at the impertinent woman. The nerve to ask me such a thing. As if I’d be interested in a hoodlum.

“Don’t have to get huffy, Lady Joanna. All the women in town are swooning over the man. Some are even commissioning portraits just to tempt him with their bodies. No harm meant.”

Joanna ran her hands through her hair. “Sorry. Just moody, I guess.”

“No problem. Enjoy your session.”

“I don’t have a session. I’m just going to talk.”

“Good luck then. I think you’ll like Bast. I gotta go. Late for a practice run.”

“Good luck with practice. Ta, Margaret.” Joanna waved good-bye and approached the door to Bast’s atelier. Why am I so nervous? He’s just a man I want to hire. Why should I feel so skittish?

Joanna knocked lightly on the door.

The door burst open, and the man asked, “What did you for—”

He stopped short. “Uh. Sorry, I thought you were Margaret, come back for something she forgot. She always leaves something behind.”

“Is that why you were already at the door?”

He smiled. “Yeah. I give her about three minutes after she leaves to come dashing back. I thought I timed it right.” His smile got larger.

Why does his smile have to be so spectacular? He’s gorgeous even with that scar across his face. “Sorry, it’s just me. I’m not sure if you remember—”

“Of course, I do. You’re the lady in the alley, the one that needed no help with her aching feet. Come on in.” He opened the door wider to allow her access to the loft.

Once they were inside, he showed her over to a client chair. He took a seat behind the desk, leaned across the top, and asked, “What can I do for you?”

She put one hand on the desktop and scraped her nail across the surface. “I was at your show last night—”

“Yeah, I know. I saw you, remember?”

“I recall.” She frowned. Was the man determined to make her feel stupid?

“Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Go on.” Bast nodded his encouragement.

“I was thinking I might want a portrait of myself. Your work is impressive. Very tasteful. I know it seems like I’m just jumping on a trend, but I really am in awe of your abilities.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I appreciate it. I’m a little full right now. The show last night garnered me a lot of commissions, and I’m afraid I don’t have time to add one more person to my schedule. I’ll be glad to put you on the waiting list.” He pulled a pad out of his top drawer.

She stood, and the chair teetered and fell back against the wall. “I know what you’re doing. You jerk.”

He leaned back in his chair and looked at her. His face showed no emotion. “What’s your problem, Lady?”

Lady? You say it that way because you know who I am? You think you can be a sarcastic bastard to me?”

“Ma’am, you came in here, didn’t introduce yourself to me, and now you’re offended? I can’t figure that out. All I said was I have to put you on my waiting list. How you think that’s something offensive, I don’t know.” He sat forward in the chair.

She glared. “I’m Lady Joanna Gresham. I don’t do waiting lists.”

He stood up and walked around the desk to her. He got in her face and said, “I don’t do snobby Ladies. So, I suggest you get out of my studio.”

Joanna pushed his chest. “I just bet you don’t do ladies.” She looked around and took in the whole room and nodded toward the fainting couch under the window. “I bet you do the ladies right over there.”

Enraged, he grabbed her arms and shoved her against the wall. He pressed against her. “If I wanted to do a lady, I’d do her right here against this wall.” He lifted her off her feet as if she was no larger than a toy doll and pulled her over to the other client chair. He sat in it and pulled her on top of himself. “Or here in this chair.”

She jerked off his lap and stumbled backward. “How dare you touch me, you arrogant—”

“What? Black bastard? Is that what you want to call me, your white holiness? Lady Joanna Gresham that doesn’t do waiting lists? Huh? Huh? That what you want to say?” He stood up.

She continued to back up. “You’re crazy. You know that? You’re insane.”

He stalked toward her. “And you’re all alone here with me. A crazy, scar-faced, big black man who isn’t intimidated by a title. Now, what are you gonna do?”

“I’m leaving.” She flounced toward the door.

Just as she got to the door and opened it, he slammed his hand on it and shut it. His body leaned against hers. He pressed against her and whispered, “I bet you always leave. When the going gets tough and you don’t get your way, you leave. Right?”

He let go of the door and stepped back. “Thank you for coming by, ma’am. I’ll be sure to not add you to the waiting list.”

She jerked the door open and left.

Welcome Jillian Chantal, A Valentine Treat

Today we have a guest blogger, my friend and one of my favorite authors, Jillian Chantal has dropped in to tell us about one (stay tuned for more) of her current releases.   Jillian writes with the fabulous ladies of Still Moments Publishing and has a Valentine treat for us.   So without further ado here’s Jillian:

Thanks for inviting me to be on your blog today, Darlene. I’m here to talk a little bit about my short story in a Valentine’s Day Anthology from Still Moments Anthology.

My story is The Coroner’s Heart and takes place mostly in a crime lab. The heroine is the city coroner and the hero is a blood analyst in the lab. The mayor of the city is dead and there’s a big push in the lab and morgue to figure out how and why.

As the investigation goes on, there’s also an office party planned for Valentine’s Day and the heroine decides to make a candy heart- an anatomically correct heart- for the party. This heart plays an integral part in the story.

The hero is a sarcastic man who likes to say things to the coroner to aggravate her, but suddenly, this Valentine’s Day, his behavior changes and he starts to flirt with her. The abrupt change in his actions towards her throws her off kilter somewhat.

This was a fun story to write and I really like the hero. I hope the readers like him as much as I do.

This anthology can be purchased here: http://www.stillmomentspublishing.com/ I will also give away one e-copy to a commenter who tells me their favorite Valentine’s Day candy and why it’s their favorite.

Thanks again for the invite, Darlene.

Find me on the web: www.JillianChantal.com

Thanks for coming by Jillian and giving my readers the chance to win a copy of this great anthology. You are one of my readers favorites we look forward to seeing you again soon.

The Super Bowl – Musical Memories

I love the Super Bowl. We are the same age. Yes I’m giving my age away here I’ll be 46 this year too. There haven’t been too many years I didn’t watch the Super Bowl with my dad. I treasure that time more and more as the years go on. I have been known to pass on other parties and game invites to hang out with Dad and watch the game. One of my favorite Super Bowls was Super Bowl XX when Jim McMahon and the Chicago Bears DOMINATED. The Fridge, William Perry made a touchdown. There was Sweetness, Walter Payton and Richard Dent and Mike Singletary on that incredible defensive line. Do you remember the look that Mike Singletary would have when he lined up against any offense in the league? It was crazy scary I’d have just turned tail and run. So enjoy the Super Bowl Shuffle by the 1985-86 Chicago Bears. DA BEARS.

Groundhog Day

For those of you who’ve read my blog often you know that I have a lot of memories tied to music. There are movies too that bring some fond memories to mind. Many years ago when the internet was new – to me at least – and I was doing a lot of online chatting with my very slow dial-up modem. (I could write a whole blog post on the “Modem Song”) I met a guy online. I fondly referred to him as Rhode Island Rob from the internet. He came from Rhode Island to Florida to visit me. The night he got here, Groundhog Day was on television. We had a really nice weekend. He went back to Rhode Island and I stayed in Florida and we drifted apart but I have the nicest memories of that weekend and no regrets. So Rhode Island Rob wherever you are today, thanks for the memories.

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