Showing posts with label sunday hotties. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sunday hotties. Show all posts
Saturday, June 26, 2010

When Fiction Comes to Life

I don’t know if you’ve heard (and you probably don’t give a rat’s behind) but they are making the book series that made me WANT to write into a big screen picture. This beats the Twilight Saga hands down, no contest. My fictional sex god is coming to life. I honestly don’t know what to do with myself.



That’s right, One for the Money (Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series) is finally a go ahead to film.

I’m going to get to see Ranger on the big screen.

(Insert my fan girl sex god swoon right here.)

I’ve tried to tell myself he will be nothing on screen like he is in my head.

I’ve tried to tell myself that he will be a MINOR character in the first movie and not even really be much more than a passing thought to Stephanie (except when she gets handcuffed to the shower curtain rod).

What I wouldn’t give to be shivering naked around Ranger.

So tell me, what fictional character from a book would you like to see come to life on the big screen or TV?

Thanks, Lisa for throwing me a life line and uploading me some pics. I heart you babe. But I'm still not sharing Ranger.
Saturday, October 3, 2009

For old times sake

Clark GableWhen I was a little girl, listening to records was common place. The old record player would spin music and the tunes played statically through the air as the wood stove cracked and smoked and kept us warm. Sunlight streamed through the window beside the record player as we thumbed through the records.

Patsy Cline. Benny Goodman. Glenn Miller Orchestra. Those are the ones I remember the most.

Cary GrantToday, I've been assigned the hotties blog and I'm taking it old school. We may have need for carpenters and plumbers, and well oiled machine's of men to take care of business, but I think we need some old school class to church up the ship a bit.

October the fourth was my grandpa's birthday. I dedicate this hottie day to my grandpa who was the original gentleman. Who wore his best of anything when we went to town. Who drove like a maniac in his Cadillac and danced like his feet never touched the ground. Cary Grant. Marlon Brando. Clark Gable. *sigh* Oh to be alive during that time period.

Marlon Brando