Alone with Navarre, Marissa studied the man who’d become a part of her life in such an abrupt and magical way.

He lay on his back, unmoving, yet still loomed so vibrant and large in the small room that he made her feel as if he were in a battle stance with his sword raised to strike a blow against the darkness she had known all of her life.

His hair, black and thick, hung to his shoulders and gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the window. It reminded her of the wolf’s sleek coat. His features weren’t what she would call beautiful. His strong brow, hooked nose, and square jaw were too sharply angled and almost predatory for beauty. But they were majestic and…dangerous, she thought, finally settling on two words that fit him well.

The thick-chained, golden bronze amulet he wore hung in the center of a sculpted chest, sprinkled with dark, silky hair. She knew the feel of it, the warmth of him. She tingled from her head to her toes, remembering yesterday, he cheek and palms against the supple heat of his firm body. Drawing a deep breath, she squeezed her hands together to keep them still.

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?
Bon appetit!

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His dark blue eyes, as mysterious and fathomless as the deep of the sea, had followed my movements throughout the evening as closely as I’d watched him, only his gaze was entirely more intimate than mine. For surely I didn’t stare at him in a way to make his breasts ache, though the broadness of his chest and shoulders were so inspiring I had to fist my hands against the urge to touch him.

And I most certainly didn’t strip his clothes away with a glance as he seemingly did to me.

And I didn’t have the infuriating air of being as unreachable as the distant stars, as if he’d anchored himself in the crow’s nest of a ship and stood, watching people and life pass him by as he would the waves of the sea. I instinctively knew that he’d look at me, but he’d never act upon the heat in his gaze. He’d escape on his ship before he’d do that.

I wanted to disrupt his world as thoroughly as he had mine.

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?

Bon appetit!

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