Okay, just for fun.
Mary made a joke about Daring Time making a good movie, so I said who do you think would be good to play Ryan Daire? (He’s your basic Irish-American, boxer, vice-cop Alpha male who also just happens to be able to quote Shakespeare.)
and Fi said Ryan Reynolds
Robin nominates: Gerard Butler
Booklover 1335 nominates Dylan McDermott
Yvonne nominates Clive Owen
and Colin FarrellShe peeked over the covers cautiously and stared at the wardrobe.
Why had he been dressed so strangely? His trousers reminded her a little of the thick hickory cloth the men who worked for the railroad wore, but the man’s in the mirror had been uniformly dyed indigo blue. She would have assumed those pants marked him as some sort of laborer if it weren’t for the short coat he wore made completely of sleek, supple leather.
He’d been so large—not fat, if anything his hips had been trim and narrow—just big. Taller than any man she’d ever seen, with wide shoulders and long thighs the size of a sturdy young tree trunk. She blushed as she recalled how well those blue hickory cloth pants fit those strong thighs. He’d worn an unusual sort of beard that reminded her of the kind she’d glimpsed on Chinese men. It’d been as dark as his hair, short and well-trimmed.
Who—or what—in God’s name had he been?
If everything about him seemed strange and exotic, his eyes had struck her as wholly familiar. They’d been a singular greenish-blue hue that brought to mind the color of the Mediterranean Sea on a crystalline day. He’d clearly been shocked to see her, just as she was him, but when he’d glanced down over her ever so briefly something else had flashed into those compelling eyes; something even more exciting than the illicit thrill of seeing herself in a Marlborough gown.