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Holding Out For A Hero?


If you've been wondering where all the good men come from, wander over to
Choc Lit Author's Corner where we've been writing about where we find ours... Hmm, some of those good men are a tad naughty though.
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Flowerpot said…
I agree about voices - Alan Rickman's voice always reduces me to jelly .....!!
3 March 2010 at 09:05
Reading Tea Leaves said…
Oh Chris you dear heart. As much as I would love to accept this award from you, I have made my blog award and tag-free (you probaby didn't notice my little caveat which is rather a long way down on my side bar). I just don't have the time to devote to passing them on (being the busy home based exec that I am - no really)!!

So thank you for thinking of me but I will have to pass, I will however try and visit all those other lovely blogs soon.

And I've now got the feeling I have commented in the wrong post ... this one is about hunky men right?

Jeanne xxxxx
3 March 2010 at 09:10
Reading Tea Leaves said…
Definitely voices - and humour - and deep brown eyes like Orlando Bloom ...!!

Jeanne x
3 March 2010 at 09:30
Friko said…
right, once you've invented/created/dreamed up the perfect man (and I'll leave that to you), how long before you can deliver him in the flesh?
Can I put my order in now?
3 March 2010 at 09:44
Helen Ginger said…
You know a blog called Choc Lit is gonna be good!

Helen
Straight From Hel
3 March 2010 at 10:24
Fran Hill said…
Put me down for two men. It's always handy to have a spare.
3 March 2010 at 12:34
HelenMWalters said…
Oh yes - voices definitely. Very important.
3 March 2010 at 13:37
LITTLE BROWN DOG said…
Ooh-er, Chris! Know what you mean about voices, though. I once had a French boyfriend who had THE most gorgeous voice. Unfortunately, he was a good four inches shorter than me, though, which was a bit tricky. (Fab on the end of a phone, though.)
3 March 2010 at 15:21
Pondside said…
I had a peek at the prologue and first chapter - he looks like a very good hero!
3 March 2010 at 19:04
her at home said…
Gosh and here was I thinking there were no more heroes!
4 March 2010 at 01:35
Chris Stovell said…
Fp, good example!

Jeanne - very sensible!

Friko, we'll send a couple round to cheer you up. It'll make a nice change after opening your door to Norovirus!

Helen - definitely!

On their way, Fran!

Helen, good, another vote for voices!

LBD - or when your eyes were closed ;)

Pondside, thank you - and he is!!

HAH, ah, there are plenty more where those came from!
4 March 2010 at 01:46
Maggie Christie said…
I know what you mean about voices too. I clearly remember hearing a man's voice once and thinking 'phwoar!' - only to be disappointed by the way he looked! But that's where fiction comes in isn't it? Matching the handsome voice with the right look.
4 March 2010 at 01:52
Deborah Carr (Debs) said…
I also have a thing about voices. (Drifts off to another world thinking about Richard Armitage - who know Santander adverts could be so appealing?)
4 March 2010 at 09:59
Liane Spicer said…
I like naughty!

It's a combination, of course: the eyes, the voice, the walk... Think I'll go have a daydream now.
7 March 2010 at 15:25
Lane Mathias said…
Who knew so many went for the voice.

Voices are good. Hands are important too. A hero has to have good hands ...:-)
8 March 2010 at 10:26
Chris Stovell said…
Mags, such a disappointment!

Debs, I think that ad's making a lot of women very happy!

Liane... how's the day dream?!

Lane - ooh, yes! Hands! Good point!
11 March 2010 at 01:47
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