Okay so I’m off at like, o’dark thirty to fly to Ohio for Lori Foster’s Reader/Author Gathering. I’m actually, gasp, leaving my laptop at home so I won’t be updating from the road. As such, I thought, hmmm, what could I leave you all with to last until Sunday or Monday?

Something to treat your eyes and make your heart beat just a little bit faster. First up, my celebrity boyfriend (okay, they all are) Clive Owen. Clive, who, other than my husband, can be found in a little bit of a lot of my heroes.

And other because I can…

Oh, sigh. It’s suddenly very hot in here as I remember a conversation I had with Megan on IM about a Gerry/Clive sandwich for Rowan in another book.

And you know what they say about what men wear under their kilts. Their leather kilts. Guh.

Make fun of naked bongo playing all you want people, but I can’t think of anyone I’d rather see naked and playing bongos than this man. Every small town cowboy character I’ve written has a bit of Matthew in him.

Ai papi! Shiver. Oh Julian, sweet, sweet Julian…

Look at Dominic! He’s so sad because he needs someone to scrub his back in the bathtub. All hot, covered in bubbles, his head drops back against the edge of the tub as his hand slides… okay, whoops!

So there you go. I can’t get my pictures of Lenny Kravitz and Oded Fehr to load right, sigh. So you can imagine them. Heh. So have a nice Friday and Saturday. I’ll do booktalk when I return.