The enigmatic Lucas North–dedicated, determined, trying to make his way in an ordinary world after eight years of torture and deprivation in a Russian prison. Haunted by the past. NOT John Bateman (that was the lie). A hero–and sexy as hell. Watching Lucas run in those tight jeans–*guh* Pure poetry in motion.
Sgt. John Porter: tough-as-nails but with a tender side. A man who needs to find the truth, restore his tarnished reputation and fight his way back to a normal life. The very sort of bloke you’d want to come to your rescue. Heroic, clever and when necessary, ruthless. Trust him.
It’s a glorious day in the neighborhood–Lower Alabama, that is. The gray skies and rain and damp have gone, replaced by cerulean blue and blessedly lower humidity. Enjoyed a little jaunt out with the dogs, who are enjoying the warmth of the sunshine. Jack in particular is in a jolly mood today.
A nap will be in order a little later–stayed up too late reading the Bronte book and trying to pry my cats from my side and legs. I am too restless a sleeper for furry attachments.;) In the meantime, enjoy a second installment of SSS–Super Sexy Saturday. Sssssssmokin’!
One word. Erotic.
Mmmmmmmm. Porter as diamond smuggler John Dean. Love everything here–the look of intense concentration, the elfin ear, the beautiful hand, the wristwatch. The way the lighting accentuates those beautiful lips. Heap sexy man.
Half-mad, dirty, disheveled, wild-eyed, wounded animal . . . speaks volumes to my inner caveman. Sexxxxxxy.
Sexy nineteenth century mill owner style. Cravats have never looked better on (or off) anyone else.
Ricky Deeming. Enigmatic. Defiant. Rebellious. And dead sexy. The black leather doesn’t hurt, either.
How about Lucas as a dark angel in his black singlet? Beautiful and so sexy. *sigh*
Sir Guy isn’t the only one who can smoulder oh, so beautifully. The proud warrior–the majestic and deliciously sexy Thorin Oakenshield. Thinking of you, Bechep.
The majestic warrior prince who guided his people to a new home after a devastating attack; now seeking to reclaim his homeland. We’d follow Thorin Oakenshield anywhere. And provide him with plenty of TLC.
Savvy, smart, rescourceful sergeant who kicks arse and takes the time to be tender. We’d want John Porter to come and rescue us if we ended up in a terrible jam. Or let us give a nice soothing massage . . . to all those big, buff knotted muscles.
Sir Guy, the beautiful, complex henchman who smoulders like nobody’s business and puts his own life on the line to protect and save the woman he loves . . . too bad she never appreciated him properly (not even after he returned to Nottingham to fight and die by her side if necessary). We would have done better!
Lucas, cool, enigmatic and sexy spy, haunted by the torture and deprivation of years in Russian prison but still loyal to his country (don’t believe everything certain writers dish out). We’d love to help him move past the pain.
Another engimatic character, black leather-clad rebel 6os biker, Geordie Ricky Deeming, who knows how to make our motors race. We’d like to hop on the back of his bike for a spin . . .
The handsome, hard working Victorian mill owner who seeks to improve himself and discovers a foolish passion for a certain demure young lady. We’d have made up our minds about you much sooner, John Thornton. What a catch!
John Strandring, shy Yorkshire farmer with a heart of gold, a gentle giant. No wonder we call him Sweetie John. Beautiful inside and out, our John is faithful and steadfast. We long to make him feel loved and appreciated . . .
I am tired and my eyes are starting to really bug me (the whole sticky, weepy thing going on again) so don’t feel like doing a lot of writing. However, I do want to share our first round of Sunday Smorgasbord. Dig in!
I watched Downton Abbey tonight along with Faboamanto and RAblogger at Twitter. Let’s just say none of us can say we actually enjoyed this episode. When the Dowager Duchess, played by the superb Maggie Smith, loses her customary aplomb, it is time to break out the handkerchiefs, boys and girls.
So I thought I would close out the servings of RA SmoRgAsbord with something a bit more upbeat. Smiles, everyone–smiles!
You knew Harry would be in the mix! Nothing can lift one’s spirits quicker than a Kennedy grin.
Long eyelashes and stubble. And that smile. Lucas, I am your slave.
What a sight for sore eyes! John Porter, the tough soldier with the gentle touch and sweet, sweet smile.
Mr. Thornton, you may brood beautifully, but those rare smiles are simply heaven-sent.
Ah, Claude, you gave us many sweet smiles, sunny grins and that laughter!
Two beautiful smiles between friends–Meg and Guy.
Lucas, the cerebral, enigmatic, cool-as-a-cucumber spy and Portah, the tough-as-nails SAS soldier with the tender side. Dedicated heroes and alpha males who are also sexy as hell. And So Not Dead! What’s not to love here?
It’s a blustery, cold, wet day here in Lower Alabama. Upper Alabama just may get some wet snow out of this massive storm system moving across the Southeast.
A day to stay in with a big mug of coffee and do some Richarding! Last night I was joking on Twitter about feeling like Pavlov’s dog. You know, any sight or hearing or mention of a certain TDHBEW, and I practically start drooling.
So what did I see in my inbox this morning? My A.Word.A.Day email. And what was the word, you ask? Heeheehee.
Salivate: (verb) (1) to show great relish in anticipation of something desirable. (2) to produce saliva. From the Latin salivare (to salivate). Earliest documented use: 1669.
Let me say I laughed aloud. Coincidence? Fate? Who knows. But it’s a perfect word for the effect Mr. A and his chaRActers have on me. I can feel my eyes light up, my lips part as I softly, rapturously exhale, a fatuous grin crossing my face when I see images like this:
So, do you salivate when you see/hear/contemplate Mr. A and his sensational selection of alluring, adorable, amazing ChaRActers?
When I look at Richard, this is what I see,
poetry in motion . . . poetry in motion, walkin’ by my side
His lovely locomotion, keeps my eyes open wide (what a dish!)
Poetry in motion, see that sexy sway
A wave out on the ocean, could never move that way . . .
I love every movement, and there’s nothing I would change
He doesn’t need improvement, he’s much too nice to re-arrange . . .
(my take on Johnny Tillotson‘s “Poetry in Motion“)
I have some stuff I want to write about but I really need some sleep. So I am going to share some nice piccies of Mr. A.’s ChaRActer and see if I can zone out here and catch some ZZZs while my hair dries. Hope your weekends are going well.
Beauty underpinned by brains
Portah is comin’ . . . eyeballs, behave!
Everyone seemed so happy to see our sexy sergeant earlier today, I thought I would whip up another post featuring our tough, take-no-prisoners, savvy-yet-sensitive John Porter of MI-6.