The Perfect Muse
Ah Jason, who do I love thee. Let me count the ways, I love… oops oh wait, wha? Oh hi there. *gets up from the bed and wipes drool from chin* Its time for another blog with your wicked gal BLMorticia. Yeah I been slacking a little lately but hey what can I say, I’ve been busy. *grins* Rawiya is now the busiest writer of the triad. The gal has churned out 2 of the 3 books of the Something New on the Menu series, she’s done another anthology story and has another on the docket. Busy lady! So that gives me a chance to relax till Shar, the head is ready to edit Candyman and My Lieuetnant 2. *kicks back and props feet up*
Ahem, back to my point. You caught me in the middle of a moment. Yes, lusting after a truly hot man in Jason Momoa. The first pic above is an old one, when he was still a young lad and I believe not married. *snicker* That doesn’t mean this hottie hasn’t gotten better with age.
Shh… And has he? Dayum! This is him in his latest flick, Conan the Barbarian. Whew, talk about drool worthy. *pants* He’s made a lot of ladies take notice and for the Triad he’s become the number one muse along with John Taylor of Duran Duran.
Let’s check out a couple of the pictures that fit our characters.
This is Baywatch Jason Momoa. I didn’t watch the show but I do recall this pic. This one Rawiya has used in her m/m short for the upcoming anthology story, One Night in Paradise. The characters name is Cruz Vallejo.
This Jason is mine. I use this face, body, and oh do I… ahem… no sorry. This is my character Tyler “Head” Jacquez from You Don’t Ask, We Don’t Tell. In the first book, he really doesn’t have a lot going on but in the next few he’ll be more of a factor. Look at him and imagine that in a uniform. Sure if he went into battle he’d have to cut the hair but Dayummm…
This very hot version of Jason belongs to Michael Mandrake. Jessie Jinx from his sequel to Vertigo called Devotion. Oh is he something in that book. What’s wvwn more interesting is who Michael portrays him as; a gay heavy metal rock star. Heh, I love it already.
See how one man can portray so many characters? No, we’re not actually writing about Jason in any way. We’re using the face and the way he carries himself in the photo. Rawiya shows him as a confident surfer, I see him as a snarky, sexy Lieutenant with a sharp tongue, and Michael shows him as a dark soul looking for something new in his life. Yep, these and more have made Jason into one of our favourite muses. And oh why not? He is a hottie after all. Damn that Lisa is lucky!
Heh. Sooo writers, who floats your boat and readers, can you imagine an actor you’d like to play a part in your own personal movie? In reality that’s all books really are. A way for an author to use certain people on their own personal stage. *heh*
Hope you enjoyed this smexy post. Let’s see one of the Jason men in action. *snort* How about Rawiya’s upcoming story, One Night in Paradise due out on June 20th for the Hot Summer Fun anthology.
One Night in Paradise With You by Rawiya- Peter Galley is a successful businessman taking a well deserved vacation to Hawaii after being overworked. He has one night left before he goes back to New York to fulfill his fantasy of having sex with a man. He meets Cruz Vallejo, resident surfer, party boy, a gorgeous town hunk. Peter immediately wants to make this man his conquest but will Cruz even notice, and if he does will he give Pete the chance?
“Oh yeah!” Cruz smiled. He totally loved the new board he’d received from the company that had sponsored him during his tenure as surf champion. “A classic. Just like my old one.” He turned it over, ogling the blues in the wave design and admiring the way his name was inscribed in white on the back. “This here is a no-frills board. Just like me. Nothing extra. No nonsense and bold. Thanks, dude.” He extended his hand in the other man’s direction.
“No problem, Mr. Vallejo. We really enjoyed the time you spent with us. We appreciate everything you did to put us and our product on the map.” The representative from Tropics Iced Tea accepted his hand and nodded. “Whatcha gonna do now that you’re retired?”
“Eh, I dunno, man. Just enjoy life.” He drove the board forcefully into the sand. He glanced out at the ocean, at the beautiful waves breaking on the Kawela Way beach. The hot sun drove people to jump in—swimming, snorkeling, and surfing. Damn. Cruz wished he could go out there and ride the waves as he’d done for the better part of ten years, but his head injury wouldn’t allow it.
The representative’s voice disturbed his reverie. He shook his head and chuckled. “Sorry, man. Just fell into a daydream for a moment there, is all. I’m missin’ it already. If only I wasn’t so damn fragile.”
“Nah, it’s not your fault, shit happens. Hey, good luck to you, okay? The last check should be in your account by Monday.”
Cruz cringed; he suddenly felt an emptiness come over him. Was it really the end? No more waves, no more saluting the good lookin’ boys and girls after he cruised in for another golden first place trophy? The last contest almost cost him his life; he’d nearly drowned on a beach similar to this one.
Despite that, Cruz loved this place. He had no issue with it because in his mind mother nature was only doing her job, minding her blessed Hawaiian waters. “All right, thanks so much, man, for everything you all did for me, all right? Keep in touch!”
“Yeah and look into that commercial contract we got for you, huh? You’ll make a lot more being our spokesman!” The man grinned and quickly turned in the other direction.
“I ain’t no spokesman, I’m a child of the water. I don’t belong on TV.” Cruz didn’t see himself doing that. Wasn’t even considering it. The company logo plastered on his board was good enough. Tropicana had represented him well and paid him more money than he could have dreamed of. All I need! Yep, Cruz was satisfied with that. Because he hated commitment, he didn’t feel he should do any more for the corporation.
“I need to get laid.” He pulled his new token of appreciation out of the sand and tucked it under his arm. “Somewhere there’s a pretty boy or girl who wants me, right? Someone who wants a piece of this broken former champion.”
It had been a while since the last time; he’d spent the last few months in recovery. “Time to find someone to entertain me tonight,” he mused to himself and walked back to the resort where he worked and lived.
BLMorticia is currently a published writer with Rebel Ink and Naughty Nights Press. Her first two novellas, My Lieutenant and Something Fresh Served Hot are Silver stars on All Romance Ebooks. She writes bi weekly for Red Lipstick Diaries and a column twice a month on Blak Rayne Books. For more info, please visit, Erotica With Snark