Sorry it's been so quiet here, my pretties. Too much to do. This week, Diana's reading page proofs of Hungry for More, the book about me and the sexy French chef who needs me to inspire his cooking.
But can a man in the kitchen be sexy? Isn't that girlie stuff?
Ah, my pretties. Watch and learn. This you must truly see to believe:
Diana gets all bent out of shape when folks steal her books on-line (you can read about it here). But I steal her books in hard copy.
Hey, it's my book, too, technically, since it's about ME!
So, let's start the postings. Today, I'm going to post the opening quote. Yes, just that, because it's good. It's written by the book's hero, James LaChance and I think it sets the tone nicely:
Cooking, like sex, is best done right or not at all.
-James LaChance, Executive Chef and Owner,
Les Fleurs Restaurant, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Ah...this'll be a good one!
Hungry for More, coming this fall, 2008. Check back for the prologue!
Today in America it's Superbowl Sunday, the day when many very, very large men play a game that's incomprehensible to most of the world and boring as all get out to many (female) Americans. Including me.
But oh, how I used to live for this day. Because in another life (when I was young and single and living in New York City) I used to write ads for Pepsi. Our slogan then was: Be young. Have fun. Drink Pepsi. Now, my slogan might be something more like: Be Middle-Aged. Have kids. Drink coffee.
But it was fun back then, let me tell you. So now, when I watch the Superbowl, I mostly care about the ads.
Here's a question for all you alpha males out there: what's with all the pink water ads? Bud ads, sure. A Pepsi ad, of course. But the water, guys? Four or five ads for water that's, you know, pink.
Anyway, in my house, this was the favorite Superbowl ad. If you like it, go to their website and check out the teaser ads. Excellent.
Diana had the pleasure of blogging last week on Nalini Singh's excellent blog. While there, the idea of having a poll on the Sexiest Man NEVER Alive came up. That is, the sexiest romance novel hero. Sounds like a proper way to end this November's Sexiest Man Alive month.
After carefully considering the candidates that Nalini's readers came up with, it seemed best to group the men by author. Why? There were SO many nominees...
A question came up that is quite interesting: how many of these men are actual men? That is, not shape-shifters or vamps or whatnot? Are any of these men, besides Mr. Darcy, men? I don't know all the books well enough to know. And what does it mean if few (or none) of them are? What does that say about contemporary romance today?
Nalini's readers suggested these men as poll-worthy for the honor of Sexiest Man NEVER Alive:
Who else should we add? You can add names to the "other" category and if he gets more than a few votes, Diana will give him his own line in the poll.
