Alone with Navarre, Marissa studied the man who'd become a…
I paused to take in the sweet smell of jasmine mingled with the mouthwatering aroma of Mama Lousia’s creamy red beans, andouille, and fresh bread. Mama Louisa’s cooking could warm the soul of a devil.
“Half light, half shade, She stood, a sight to make an old man young.”
“Mon Dieu!” Startled, I spun around to see who had spoken. A tall man stood beneath the shadows of a twisted live oak just behind me. The deep voice was unfamiliar, cultured, and sensual. I backed away several steps, chastising myself for being so lost in my thoughts that I’d been unaware of his presence.
He stepped into the fading light. Forgive me for frightening you. But those words were made for you.”
“Monsieur, the evening shadows have misled you. There is no comparison between me and Lord Tennyson’s extraordinary verse,” I replied, drawing back another step, this time from his dark appeal. His hair cut a rakish line across his brow, with a few errant strands that beckoned for order. I clenched my hand and moved my gaze on, absorbing the sensual curve of his mouth, the determined angle of his jaw, and the raw power in the breadth of his shoulders. He held up his hands as if to show me he was unarmed, and I thought that were he a footpad, he’d need no weapon. His voice could lure gold from the fist of a miser.”
Now that you have read the description let’s have a little fun with my fictional heroes. The lucky ladies who have read the stories might have a bit of an advantage because they have a good idea what my heroes look like…everywhere. For those who haven’t read the stories, don’t worry, just imagine what the rest of my hero looks like.
Here’s the challenge. You’ve just inherited your long lost relative’s business in Hollywood. This book is being made into a movie. Below are the actors you have to choose from to be the hero of this story. Which one would you choose and why?