When I write, I often surround my monitor with pictures of actors or models who remind me of my characters. For instance, when I was writing Hidden Heat, I had pictures of models I thought represented the “good” Sandy that everyone else saw in the office:
along with another picture of how she wanted to be seen, and how Troy came to see her:
For my current story, I found this picture who I thought represents Andy in his yet untitled story…
While I was writing Private Property and Personal Protection, there were several pictures of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson stuck around my monitor. I mean, come on, the man is sexy. (I thought he was trying to lose that handle, by the way, so why is he still Twittering under it?) Now I’m NOT saying I know anything of Dwayne’s preferences behind closed doors — after all, I write fiction. I make stuff up, and I sure as heck made up Sam and Rosie’s exploits behind closed doors. And open doors. And in the limo. And on the dance floor. And in Sam’s very exclusive private sex club La Porte Rouge.
So I darned near fell on the floor in hysterical laughter when I saw The Rock tweet this last night:
That is such a typical Sam-ism. I can just picture him holding one of those “Technique Sticks” when he’s got Rosie alone in Hauberk’s gym after hours for a little one-on-one training session… 
(Happy belated birthday, Mary G!)
, Jill Shalvis’ 
and her 
. (All great books.) I didn’t just read — I also wrote. I worked on three different works-in-progress, including starting a short story I plan to give out for freebie here on my site around Christmas-time. It’s going to be a follow-up to Sam and Rosie from Personal Protection.
