Why do we love men? I am not a scientific person at all, but since I’ve hit my forties, I’ve firmly decided it’s purely chemical. We can’t help it. What else explains our attraction to a gender that looks so much better than us—effortlessly—most of the time? A case in point. A friend recently showed me a photograph she had taken with Mark Harmon at his annual Oklahoma City charity event. Gazing at his handsome face, which is SEVENTEEN years older than mine, I marveled at how he looked just like he does when I watch NCIS. “Yes,” my friend gushed. “He wears no makeup on the set, either. That’s just how he looks.”
Have you ever noticed on TV or in movies, when the actress wakes up in the morning, you can tell her hair has been styled to look “artfully” tousled, and she’s definitely wearing base, eye shadow, eye liner, etc? The handsome guy looks like a guy waking up early in the morning – tousled, sleepy-eyed, unshaven and still handsome. Without her makeup team, the actress would be a washed out dish rag with electric-socket hair. That’s no offense to her; it’s simply how we are, with our thin skin that, to paraphrase Dolly Parton, shows every footprint of the march of time. Including the last hour, day, week, etc. Snort.
Same issue for the big fight/action scenes. The actor arrives, shirt half torn off (thank you for that – there’s those chemicals again), rolled in ash, blood - hell, it could be pig poop, and that would be fine. We’d still jump him in a heartbeat. She arrives with a couple tiny rips to her clothes, again an “artful” smudge of blood or dirt, but nothing that interferes with the overall packaging. As I’ve said in other blogs, a woman actually rolled in dirt and blood appears exactly like you’d expect – someone who needs a shower. Desperately.
My husband has gone 95% gray at this point. Beautifully layered, silvery gray hair that’s soft as a baby’s and coaxes the touch. My gray hairs arrived in erratic clumps that feel like spiked tumbleweeds when making contact with human skin. When I wake up in the morning and roll over to eye his sleeping form, I sometimes have an insidious desire to put a pillow over his head.
About the time the urge overwhelms me though, he opens his eyes and smiles at me. This look fills his brown eyes, the one that says, “you are my everything”. At that point, he’ll say something like “You’re more beautiful now than ever.” Hmmm. Okay, some things might be chemicals, but the little leap in the heart – that might be something else. He’s staved off the pillow treatment for another day.
My thoughts about this were inspired by my upcoming release, Something About Witches, because Ruby and Derek get into a lot of fights. Not just with each other (grin), but also with demons from the Underworld. There’s blood, gore, slime, smoke, etc. However, the advantage to the written word versus the movies is I don’t need a makeup and hair team. I can make sure Ruby looks just as jumpable as Derek, no matter the scene, and of course Ruby (as well as Derek) is very appreciative of that!
Anyhow, I hope you all have a wonderful 2012, full of lots of positive chemical attractions (wink). The following gives you some more info about the upcoming book, as well as a link to a free excerpt!
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by Joey W. Hill
BLURB:
Ruby Night Divine is a gun shop owner. She’s also a witch who knows magic can fail. She’s experienced it firsthand, with full-blown tragic consequences. Smith & Wesson is a whole hell of a lot more reliable, and nothing’s as cathartic as the ability to put a few holes in the things that piss you off. Like Derek Stormwind.
A powerful sorcerer, Derek is determined to get to the bottom of why she pushed him away and ran three years before. He also needs her help. A coven needs training to help them fight a demon and his minions. While Ruby is willing to do it, she’s sure it’s just a ruse to get back in her heart—and her bed. The thing is, that’s where she wants him. Unfortunately, her bed’s already made, she’s this close to losing her soul, and she fears nothing can save her. Not Derek. Not even Smith & Wesson.
Click here for free Excerpt. Click here for Amazon buy link.
