If you don't agree with any of the above, who else do you think should play the role?
So how do you feel about James?
He's the man we all want to sweep up off out feet. Pirate, Rogue and Rake......yet once in love he is so devoted and utterly perfect....a Mallory Man.
His dry wit and quirky personality make him irresistible--not to mention the fact that he can beat anyone up!
Sylvia said: There is no man that can compete with James Malory! He has the size and strength to make you feel safe and loved while having that droll humor that hits you when you aren't looking. And he's blond....need I say more?
Why don't you also tell me what things you love about James Malory and I'll post it here.
What reminds you of James? Here are some things submitted by other readers:
Sex
Hammocks
Remember the green silk robe
So is there anything else that reminds you of James?
For now I'll just
describe James. And who does a better job than Johanna Lindsey.
First starting with Georgina's first impression from chapter 4 in Gentle Rogue:
But who would have thought
the brick wall would have looked like that?
She could still see his eyes staring down at her from that patrician face, hard eyes,
curious, crystal clear, and the color was green, not dark, not pale, but brilliant all the
same, and so . . . so . . . Intimidating was the word that came to mind, though she wasn't
sure why. They were the kind of eyes that could strike fear in a man, let alone a woman.
Direct, fearless, ruthless . . . Was James his first name or last? she didn't care. Those
shoulders, God, how wide they'd been. Brick wall was apt, a large brick wall, but
lovely bricks. Lovely? She giggled. All right, handsome bricks. No, no, what was she
thinking? He was a big ape with interesting features, that was all. He was also an
Englishman, too old for her, and one of the hated nobles besides, and probably rich, with
the wherewithal to buy whatever he wanted. Rules would mean nothing to such a man. Hadn't
he abused her outrageously? The rogue, the wretch . . .
This is from chapter 32, when James came back for Georgie:
He'd cut his hair. That was the first thought she was able to fix in her mind with any
coherency. He'd been tying it back as they had neared Jamaica, it had grown so long, and
with that golden earring flashing, he'd looked more like a pirate than ever to her adoring
eyes. But he looked nothing like a pirate now. His tawny mane of hair was as flyaway as
ever, as if he'd just come in out of a violent storm, but as it was a style other men
spent hours trying to achieve, it looked perfectly in order. The locks that fell over his
ears concealed whether he still sported the golden earring.
He could have been walking into a ball given for royalty, he was so finely turned out in velvet and silk. Had she thought he looked stunning in emerald? He looked positively devastating in dark burgundy, the nap of the velvet so fine, the many lights in the rooms cast it in jewel tones. His silk stockings were as snowy-white as the stylish cravat at his throat. A fat diamond winked there, so big it was surely drawing
Pg. 267 from Tender Rebel
Anthony had been surprised for a moment on first entering, not having seen his brother
naked since the time he had burst into that countess' bedroom, he couldn't even remember
her name now, to warn James that her husband was on his way upstairs. James had
changed since that night more then ten years ago. He was broader, more solid.
In fact, he fairly bulged with thick muscles running across his chest and arms, down his
legs. Must be from climbing all that rigging in ten years of pirating
