Holy Wow Wednesday: Long Time Gone

I believe that I mentioned in my review of Long Time Gone, book 2 in the Hell or High Water series by SE Jakes, that this book was scorching. And I wasn’t lying. Even though I last read this book in October, those sex scenes made a lasting impression. Let me just give you a snippet. And you’re in for a treat because this is reunion sex.


Tommy? “Tom?” Prophet couldn’t see much, but he knew that drawl. Recognized the feel of the man’s hands as they touched Prophet’s cheeks, traced them with fingertips… Tom reading him like Braille. As the rain washed over them, the smell of grass and earth and floral spice filled the air. His skin tingled from the electrical currents carried on the storm, and his entire body was in a state of heightened awareness that was almost painful.

He wanted to ask what the hell Tom was doing here, why he’d risked everything–including his job at EE–to come here. Wanted to ask if Tom had somehow known he’d be here. But he didn’t.

And he also didn’t know how he even heard the man over the dull roar of the wind, but he did, heard Tom whisper, “Yes,” against his cheek in answer to his unasked questions and fuck, that could mean so many damn things.

Too many to give a shit about parsing, and in the wet, hot darkness, Prophet’s mouth found Tommy’s instead.

They both groaned into that first kiss. Four months and more of longing released in a frantic rush that started out fast and rolled into something more, faster than the gathering storm and threatening to do far more damage.

And Prophet didn’t give a damn, wasn’t able to stop himself from rutting against Tom, the friction of the fabric between them and Tommy’s hardness sending shockwaves through his system.

And he was finally alive again. Holding onto his lifeline in the flesh, knowing that it had almost been too late. If he hadn’t read those emails… Another day, another hour and he would’ve been buried so far underground he would never have seen daylight again. 

He brushed that thought away for what was real right now–Tom’s hands in his hair, keeping him close. Tom’s thighs spread for him, heavy boots landing on his ass and locking around his lower back so the heels dug in, spurring him to rut harder. Tom, holding him in place from that submissive position. And Prophet was fucking Tom’s mouth with his tongue, the way he wanted to fuck Tom. The way he wanted Tommy to fuck him. Tom was matching him kiss for kiss as they alternated between wet and messy, ferocious to lingering, lip-biting to tongue-sucking.

Everything else fell away but Tom. The wet, stinging downpour, the wind, the mud… the danger, were all merely physical barriers to overcome. The easy shit.

The fact that Tom was in his arms again meant they’d already dug into the hard shit.

He pulled back from the kissing to bite Tom’s neck. Tom hissed, bucked his pelvis up, and a low shudder ran through Prophet. And then he made the mistake of opening his eyes and realized he couldn’t see. The electricity had cut out, and it was too damned dark.

He could still feel Tom under him, but that wasn’t enough. He started to count to thirty, because that’s when the generator would kick on. Panic shook him harder than lust, panic leftover from earlier. Then Tom’s hand slid into his pants, along his bare ass, trailing a finger between his cheeks and pressed against the tightened muscles of his hole.

“Mine,” Tom growled against his ear and Prophet whimpered–fucking whimpered–as Tom kept his finger in place, more pressure than an attempt to gain entrance. He had to know Prophet was too goddamned tense for that, but that started to bleed away when Tom said, “Mine,” again.

“Yeah. Yours,” he agreed, blinked against the rain, seeing shadows as his eyes adjusted, and just let himself feel Tom’s hands anchoring him.

It didn’t matter what happened in the morning, in an hour… even in ten minutes. It mattered that Tom was going to make him come in his pants, especially when Tom’s finger pushed inside him and the lights flickered back on.

“Proph,” Tom moaned as Prophet dug in and writhed with zero control. Tommy gripped his shoulder tightly, pulling Prophet into him. Prophet buried his face against Tommy’s neck and knew what Tommy’s face would look like–almost angry that Prophet had gotten to him so easily.

God, he wanted to see that.

Long Time Gone: 680 of 3704

 And lucky for us dirty little pervs, there’s even more after this. But you’ll have to buy the book here to see what happens next. Have an awesome week, everybody!



Holy Wow Wednesday: Ink – It’s My New Obscession

I know that tattoos can be something of a controversial issue. Some people love them, while others apparently loathe them. I can see their point, to an extent. I have seen some seriously dodgy tattoos, and the words why would you do that to yourself? have run through my mind a time or two. But when a tattoo’s done right? There is honestly nothing sexier.









The delicious Alex Minsky


I left the best for last with this guy. The nipple rings make my knees weak...

I saved the best for last with this guy. The nipple rings make my knees weak…

And these lovely gentlemen are why, for the most part, I absolutely adore tattoos. I just want to lick them.

Holy Wow Wednesday: Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

I have recently realised that I have a little bit of a thing for cowboys. Well, “cowboys” since I pretty much classify any guy wearing a tight pair of jeans and goofy hat as a cowboy. My ignorance aside, some of the good ol’ boys are smoking…








These boys are enough to make me want to pack up my stuff and find me my own cowboy. Have an awesome week everybody!

Holy Wow Wednesday: David Gandy

I must admit, for a long time I didn’t really understand David Gandy’s appeal. Sure, he’s good looking and all, but I didn’t really find him attractive. Kind of like Cristiano Ronaldo; pretty, but not really my cup of tea. And then, one day out of the blue, I saw a picture of this guy and my first thought was, “Holy crap, this guy is HOT!” So, in honour of my epiphany, I present to you the truly delicious David Gandy.

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I learnt an important lesson this week: I need to get my eyes checked regularly. And also to frequenlty feel if I have a pulse, since the only way a person can possibly not appreciate Mr Gandy is if they’re both blind and dead.


Holy Wow Wednesday: Random Hotties

I’ve been slacking off in the Holy Wow Wednesday department for the last few weeks. I’m sorry. First, I was on holiday and my internet connection was sketchy at best. And then I came home and I just haven’t seen anything that’s revved my engine . Everything was just kind of… meh. But, thanks to much toiling on Tumblr, I’ve found something pretty for us to ogle. His name is Kevin ten Hoeve. He’s a model, and he is hot as fuck. Don’t believe me? Have a look for yourself.





Man, this guy is so hot it hurts. I hope this tides you guys over until next week, when I’ll hopefully have something more to follow up with. Have an awesome week guys!

Holy Wow Wednesday: Seduction of a Highland Lass

This week’s Holy Wow is dedicated to the surprisingly raunchy Alaric McCabe. I won’t lie, my tongue was just about hanging out of my mouth when I read this scene. All I could think was that Keely McDonald was one lucky girl. So, without further ado, here it is:

One hand left her and then she felt the brush of his knuckles as he positioned his cock at her opening. He pushed and his thickness filled her, stretching her around his shaft.

She moaned softly. It was a wondrous sensation as he forced himself deeper. Her body clasped tightly to him and rippled over his hardness. When he pulled back, her swollen tissues protested the movement and clamped wetly around his cock. 

“Does it pain you?” he asked.

“Nay,” she whispered.

He thrust into her, harder this time. Never had she felt so stretched, so full. And as he was assured that she could take him this way, he began to ride her more vigorously. 

He reached up and grabbed on to her bound wrists. Holding her tightly, he pulled back as he thrust forward. 

The smacking sound of his thighs pounding against her her bottom filled the air. As gentle as he’d been before, now he took her ruthlessly, setting a pace to please himself. 

Faster and harder and then he paused, buried deeply inside her. She was opened wide and defenseless against whatever he wanted to do. It only heightened her excitement. She wiggled impatiently, but he held her still as he remained lodged inside her. 

Then he withdrew and pounded forward. Much slower and methodical this time. He was in control, his thrusts measured. Hard. Deep. Over and over he retreated and plunged forward until she was begging him to give her release. She needed more. She needed him to move fast and hard, to provide sweet friction.

“Have I not said that you are to obey me this night?” he asked huskily. “‘Tis I who say the commands, Keely. You will say naught buy aye to whatever I ask.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and clenched her teeth in sweet agony as he powered forward in a particularly forceful thrust as if to reinforce his words. Aye, he was in control. She had none.

She had to bite her lip to keep from protesting when he pulled from the tight clasp of her body. He pulled her to her feet and held her until he was sure she was steady. Then he grasped her shoulders and pushed her to her knees on the floor.

His cock was hugely erect, stiff and distended just inches from her face. It gleamed with her wetness and the skin was stretched tight over the broad tip.

“Open your mouth, Keely.”

He thrust one hand into her hair and cupped her nape, at the same time he grasped the base of his cock with his other hand and guided it toward her parted lips.

Her mouth stretched around his swollen girth and he pushed deep. At first she struggled to accommodate him, but he was patient, giving her time to adjust and to breathe through her nose.

Wanting to please him, she took more, but he pulled at her hair to prevent her action. “Nay, just remain still,” he murmured.

Holding her head with both hands, he began to thrust inside her mouth. Slowly at first. He glided across her tongue and to the back of her throat. As she relaxed more, he became more demanding, pushing deeper and holding himself there before retreating so she could draw breath.

The only sounds she could hear was the wet sucking noises as he powered in and out of her mouth and his own harsh breathing.

He groaned when a tiny amount of liquid spurted onto her tongue. Salty and tangy. She prepared herself for more, but he pulled himself roughly from her mouth and then pulled forcefully at his shaft with his hand.

His semen splashed onto her chest. He held her neck and tilted her head upward as he he directed more over her breasts. His fingers tightened at her nape and he groaned as he worked the last of his release onto her skin.

And now I’m off to have a cold shower. Have a happy Wednesday, everyone!

Holy Wow Wednesday: Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night

Remember how I kept telling you about how hot Bowen MacGrieve was? Like, one of the flat-out sexiest heroes I’ve read in ages? And maybe you guys didn’t believe me. So I’m going to back it up with this scene from Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night…

When Bowe yanked the triangles of her suit to the sides, she leaned up on her elbows. With heavy-lidded gray eyes, she watched as he bared her luscious breasts.

At the sight of her nipples, his cock pulsed, about to rip through his jeans. “I’m going tae suckle you so hard you’ll feel me for the rest of the day. Do you want me tae?”

He groaned when she arched her back and fisted her wee hands in his hair to pull him down to one of her breasts. Sucking the peak in bliss, he felt it stiffen and bud under his tongue. As he moved to the other, he said, “Mariketa, you’ve the finest body I’ve ever seen. And I’ve a thousand things I want to do to it, but canna decide where to begin.”

She moaned when he closed his lips on her other nipple. “Whatever you’re going to do, do it quick! I’m close.”

He leaned up, his brows drawn. She wouldn’t last through him preparing her body to receive him. He decided to bring her off before he took her.

Eager to feel her between her thighs again, he plucked free the black string at her right hip. Would she be as wet as before? When he moved to untie the bow at her left hip, she wriggled over to give him better access, as if she couldn’t wait to be rid of her clothes.

Still raised up on her elbows, she stared–rapt like him–as the V of material slinked down, revealing her auburn curls. He chocked out the words, “Part your thighs. Show me how wet you’ve grown.”

In answer, she whimpered and let her knees fall open. A groan broke from his chest when he saw her sex was glistening for him. His cock swelled to be inside it, the pressure in his heavy bollocks nearing pain. His hand shook as he lowered it to stroke her.

At his first touch, her head fell back; he sucked in a breath, thinking he might spend that instant. “So hot and slick. I canna imagine how you’re goin’ tae feel gripping my shaft.”

She lifted her head once more, her brows drawn. “Oh, gods… Bowen…”

He spread her flesh with his thumb and forefinger, about to use his other forefinger to rub her tight little clitoris. Her short, soft moans grew louder with each of her breaths. So close…

The rising seed in his shaft made it throb for relief. Yet even when he was desperate to pin her hips to the ground and plunge it inside her, he wanted to savor the sight of Mariketa on the razor’s edge.

Her reaction was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

Her piercing glinted in a filtered ray of sunlight as she began to shake. Her breasts were so plump, her swollen nipples jutting, as if begging to be sucked more. She looked from where he was about to stroke her, then breathlessly gazed up at him, meeting his eyes.

“Bowen, please…”

Wicked Deeds on a Winter’s Night: pg 211-212

And things get even hotter from there. Mariketa is one lucky, lucky girl. Seriously, as well as being an incredibly well-written, the Immortals After Dark series is hot.

Holy Wow Wednesday: Scott Caan

Aaaaannnnd… it’s back! This week’s Holy Wow is dedicated to someone who is most decidedly not my type. I’m more of a “Tall, dark and handsome” kind of girl. Short ass blond guys didn’t especially do it for me. And then I started watching Hawaii Five-O. And Scott Caan, aka Danny Williams, made me rethink what my “type” actually is. I have no clue what it is about him, but I just want to take his pants off. There is just that… indefinable something.

Scott Caan as Danny Williams

Scott Caan as Danny Williams

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Not typically a fan of smoking but, Jiminy Cricket, does he look insanely hot!

Not typically a fan of smoking but, Jiminy Cricket, does he look insanely hot!

I wish I’d known about this guy sooner. That’s months, maybe even years, of potential perving that I’ll never get back.

Holy Wow Wednesday: Str8te Boys

Hi all! This week I’ve decided to give you guys a little snippet from Str8te Boys by Evangeline Anderson for Holy Wow Wednesday. While it may not be the best M/M book I’ve ever read, it’s a sweet story with some pretty steamy love scenes. This make out session between Mav and Duke is brought on by a game of extreme gay chicken, and it gets seriously freakin’ hot. That being said, though, it isn’t crazy explicit. So if you’re new to this genre it’s not the kind of thing that will shock your sensibilities too badly.

“Now what?” he asked, as soon as he was completely naked under the covers. 

“Now… since you’re the champion and I’m the challenger I’ll start,” Duke decided. “I’m gonna touch you. If you give, I win, just like usual. ‘K?”

“Uh-huh.” Mav’s heart was thundering in his ears and his cock was aching. He could feel the warm wetness of precome beading at the slit of his broad head and he could barely breathe he was so turned on. When was the last time he’d been so hot? He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way, feeling like he was going to explode if his friend didn’t touch him soon.

“Okay.” Duke shifted beside him and suddenly a warm hand was gripping his shaft under the covers. “Too gay for you, buddy?” Duke breathed.

“Huh-uh. Not really,” Mav managed to whisper. He was trying to hold still, trying not to thrust into his friend’s hand, but it was damn hard not to when when every instinct in his body was shouting that he had to thrust, that he needed to come.

“How about if I do this…” Duke started a slow, sensual stroke along the hard ridge of his cock. “While I do this…” He leaned down and kissed Mav lightly on the mouth.

Mav parted his lips at once and Duke’s tongue was there, probing delicately, licking hungrily. He groaned, unable to help himself, as the warm pleasure of his friend’s hand on his cock became unbearable. Duke swallowed the soft sound eagerly and stroked harder, more urgently.

God, can’t believe he’s kissing me while he jerks me off. If he doesn’t stop soon I’m gonna come! Mav didn’t know if he wanted his friend to stop or not. But when Duke did stop, breaking the kiss and pulling away slightly as his hand ceased it’s delicious stroking, he felt a wash of disappointment.

“Too gay?” Duke panted the words. “Do you give, Mav?”

“No way-I don’t give,” Mav said emphatically. “There’s no way you can win, man. I’m not backing down.” He deliberately made his words challenging, wondering what Duke would think of next. He didn’t have to wonder for long.

“Neither am I,” Duke murmured in his ear. He shifted position again and this time he was above Mav. straddling him in the dark. “Spread your legs,” he commanded in a hoarse voice.

“What for, man?” For the first time Mav felt uneasy. After all, there were limits. He wasn’t going to let his roommate fuck him, no matter how hot and bothered he was.

“Not what you’re thinking,” Duke assured him. “C’mon, Mav, trust me. Just spread.”

Reluctantly, Mav did as his best friend asked, opening his legs even though it made him feel strangely vulnerable.

With a soft sigh, Duke arranged himself so his thighs were inside Mav’s and then lowered himself slowly.

Mav took in a deep, hissing breath when he felt the heated shaft of his best friend’s cock settle flush against his own. “God… Duke!” he gasped.

Duke froze in position but his voice was low and taunting in Maverick’s ear. “That’s my cock rubbing against yours, roomie,” he murmured in Mav’s ear. “Too fay for you? Do you give?”

And you will have to read the rest of the book to find out who won this round. Have an awesome week, guys!  

Holy Wow Wednesday: A Hunger Like No Other

Hi all! I know that I’ve been slacking off with the Holy Wow feature the last few weeks, but I haven’t really seen or read anything that’s completely blown my mind. Luckily, though, Kresley Cole has changed that. You may remember that I said the sex in A Hunger Like No Other was crazy hot, so I’ve decided to share some of it with you. If this little snippet doesn’t have you racing to buy this book, nothing will.

This is the first time Emma and Lachlain have actually had sex, although they’ve had sexy time before, and it doubles as a sort of claiming ritual. Lachlain is a bit of a talker which, coupled with the accent, makes him so extremely hot. 

To her relief, he stopped thrusting, though she wondered how he had when she could feel his body shaking all around her, his shaft so huge and throbbing within her. 

He drew her up as he went to his knees, putting her back against his chest and taking her arms to guide them up around his neck, locking them there. “Hold on tae me.”

When she nodded, he skimmed his fingers from her shoulders over her breasts and down, then dipped both of his hands to cup and stroke her between her legs. When her wetness returned in a rush, he still refrained from thrusting. Instead he thumbed her nipples and palmed her breasts for long, long moments until she was panting again, feeling a desperate lust like she had when he’d teased her that night in the bathroom. No, worse than that, because now she knew exactly what she’d been missing.

Remembering her frustration that night and fearing he’d subject her to that again, she wriggled her hips against him.

He growled low in her ear, “Do you want more?”


“Go tae your hands again… let me give it to you.”

As soon as she did, he clutched her hips, slowly withdrew, then eased deeper within her. She cried out, this time in pleasure. When she arched her back and worked her knees wide again, he groaned her name in answer, but his voice had changed. Still deep but guttural, grating. Almost… snarling.

Another thrust inside her, this time more forceful. Groans, growling. Hers as well?

Thoughts were growing dim as the pleasure increased. Each measured withdrawal made her whimper, each time his skin slapped against hers as he bucked into her made her cry out for more. Her lips curled when the air charged with electricity, and she gloried in the sky, in the scents, in Lachlain wedged deep inside her. He stretched down over her back, and she felt his mouth on her neck. Felt his bite, but not like hers, not piercing the skin, but she reveled in it as if she’d accomplished it.

“Going tae come so hard,” he snarled against her skin, “you’ll feel it like a thrust of my cock.”

She climaxed once more, screaming in ecstasy to the sky, throwing her head back to his shoulder, wanting his mouth at her neck.

“Ah, God, yes,” he yelled, then returned to his bite… She did feel him ejaculate, forcefully, pumping his seed so hotly inside her.

Yet when he was finished, he didn’t stop thrusting.

Chapter 26, page 254-255

This scene carries on for at least three more pages. It was smoking. All I can say is that Emma is one lucky, lucky, girl.   

Holy Wow Wednesday: Bloody Sexy

I was watching Supernatural the other day and it occurred to me that something must be a little wrong in my head. Because it seems that the bloodier a guy is, the hotter he seems to be. I don’t know if maybe this has to do with some part of my brain that hasn’t really evolved from pre-historic times or something, but there is something ridiculously hot about a slightly bloody guy. Don’t look at me like that. Here, I’ll show you:

Tyler Hoechlin as Teen Wolf's Derek Hale.

Tyler Hoechlin as Teen Wolf’s Derek Hale.

Misha Collins as Castiel from Supernatural.

Misha Collins as Castiel from Supernatural.

Jensen Ackles, also of Supernatural, who stars as Dean Winchester.

Jensen Ackles, also of Supernatural, who stars as Dean Winchester.

The lovely Dan Feuerriegel who portrayed Agron in Spartacus.

The lovely Dan Feuerriegel who portrayed Agron in Spartacus.

Alexander Skarsgard who stars as Eric Northman in True Blood.

Alexander Skarsgard who stars as Eric Northman in True Blood.

See what I mean? These guys are smoking…

Holy Wow Wednesday: Catch a Ghost

As you’ve probably been able to tell, I was pretty freakin’ excited about Catch a Ghost by SE Jakes. In fact, I think the series I’m more excited about is Cut & Run, so I think it takes something pretty special to reach those heights right off the bat. I was especially impressed with the chemistry and tension between Tommy and Prophet. I also appreciated the fact that, despite their difficult start, they didn’t dance around the attraction the each felt.

The scene I chose for this week’s Holy Wow is Tommy and Prophet’s first kiss. Things ground to a halt because poor Tommy was a little stoned, but the sexual tension more than picks up once the drugs have worn off.


He needed to stay next to Tom, because he didn’t want his new partner-as fucked-up as he was-to see Prophet equally so.

Great team you’ve put together here, Phil.

Tom immediately made contact with him again. At first, Prophet thought Tommy might just fall back to sleep with his face on his chest, but then the man moved so they were face to face. He murmured something Prophet didn’t catch, before pulling Prophet close and kissing him. Like really kissing him, not caring about his split lip, open-mouthed, tongue-fucking, zero-to-sixty kissing that had Prophet kissing him back.

Tom’s erotic growl of surprise spread heat through Prophet’s entire body. He gasped in Tom’s mouth, a soft huff, and his hands came up to rake through Tom’s hair, against his scalp, half gentle, half tugging harder when Tommy responded by arching his pelvis against Prophet’s.

A moan rumbled in his chest, and he was fucking gone when Tom stroked his tongue against the roof of his mouth before tongue-fucking him back.

He rolled Tommy onto his back and lay on top of him. Tom’s hands grabbed at his hips, Prophet’s casts cradling Tom’s head.

Fuck, he loved kissing. Fucking was obviously great, but kissing was really how you could figure out how to take someone down in the best way possible.

He was still off-center from the flashback, but this was grounding him. Making him feel.

This kiss could ruin him.

“Wanted to kiss you… at the airport,” Tommy told him against his mouth.

“I wanted to see more of your piercings.”

“Seen them all, up close and personal.” Tommy ground up against him, and Prophet kissed him again and again, and Tom’s kisses were a combination of promise and connection.

“Fuck. Sleepy,” Tom murmured against his mouth.


Tom, he told himself sternly as he pulled back, like that would make a difference. 


When he brought his mouth back down on Tommy’s, a part of him was back at seventeen, kissing a different man, but a bigger part knew exactly who he was kissing. And he didn’t bother to stop.

Tom fell asleep under him. Prophet was both grateful and slightly offended. He fought sleep for as long as he could, and when he woke, there were no flashbacks. Just Tom’s hand on his cock.

Seriously guys, this is just the tip of the smoking hot iceberg. You need to follow this series. I can tell that it’s going to be one hell of a ride.

Holy Wow Wednesday: Stars & Stripes

As a lover of all things romance, I’ve read some pretty steamy love scenes. Comes with the territory, you know? But I do believe that this scene from Stars & Stripes by Abigail Roux is the hottest sex scene I have ever read. Ever. I’m just going to give you a little snippet and if that doesn’t warm up your Wednesday, I don’t know what will.

Ty bent forward, riding Zane with those sinuous movements of his hips, faster and faster until sparkles started to form on the edges of Zane’s vision. 

He grabbed Ty in a one-armed bear hug and pulled him against his chest, restraining Ty’s movements as he fought off his orgasm. Ty was breathing hard, biting his lip as he tried desperately to roll his hips. Ty leaked all over Zane’s hand when Zane slid his fingers over his cock.

Zane started to stroke him with one hand, yanking that handful of Ty’s hair with the other as he whispered into Ty’s ear. “You better come without moving too much.”

Ty’s lips parted, but no sound came out. His head rested on Zane’s shoulder, and the faster Zane stroked him, the tighter Zane’s grip on his hair became. Ty’s body began to contort, his breathing growing erratic and labored. Every inch of him was straining to stay still, and the restraint and the tortured look on his lover’s face drove Zane’s hand faster and faster.


“Don’t fucking move!”

“Ty’s head thrashed from side to side, fighting Zane’s grip as he writhed on Zane’s straining cock. He finally managed to press his mouth to Zane’s, and Zane returned the kiss with all the hunger and lust of a man fighting his own orgasm.

As their tongues fought for dominance, Ty thrust his hips up into Zane’s hand, and he called out into Zane’s mouth as he started to come.It hit both their chests and even spattered up onto their chins as Zane pumped Ty’s cock.

Ty licked a drop of cum off the corner of Zane’s mouth, and Zane’s control snapped. 

And it gets even hotter after that. A worked up Zane must be a sight to see…

Holy Wow Wednesday: In the Tub

You may have noticed that there was no Holy Wow last week. I had every intention of posting that, if nothing else, but I got a little distracted. I was watching Spartacus and, man, that shit is rivetingSeriously, even blinking became optional. So I’m sorry for my neglect last week, but I hope to make it up to you by presenting you to the ridiculously sexy cast of what is now my favourite programme ever: Spartacus. All these lovely creatures have been photographed in-you guessed it-the tub.

Blessing Mokgohloa plays the pirate Castus.

Blessing Mokgohloa plays the sexy pirate Castus.

Todd Lasance who plays Julius Caesar.

Todd Lasance takes on the role of the cunning and diabolical Julius Caesar.

The ridiculously pretty Ellen Hollman stars as German badass Saxa.

The ridiculously pretty Ellen Hollman stars as German badass Saxa.

Christian Antidormi acts as the evil little snot Tiberius.

Christian Antidormi acts as the evil little snot Tiberius.

Cynthia Addai-Robinson who stars as Naevia, one half of my second favourite couple on the show.

Cynthia Addai-Robinson who stars as Naevia, one half of my second favourite couple on the show.

And now… *drum roll*…. my absolute most favouritist people on this programme:

Dan Feuerriegel plays Agron, the sexiest thing to come from the east of the Rhine...

Dan Feuerriegel plays Agron, the sexiest thing to come from the east of the Rhine…

Pana Hema Taylor stars as Nasir, Agron's other half.

Pana Hema Taylor stars as Nasir, Agron’s other half.

And now, because I can and because they’re cute, I leave you with this:



Holy Wow Wednesday: Hugh Jackman

This past weekend, I went to watch The Wolverine. Let me tell you, I was excited. Not only do I adore Hugh Jackman, I’m also a humongous fan of all things Marvel. And then I watched it… and then I was disappointed. Maybe it’s just me, but I didn’t know what the hell was going on. There was lots of running and quite a few explosions. And I could not for the life of me work out why any of it was happening 😦

Despite my general confusion, all was not lost. How could it be when Hugh Jackman was on screen, being all “Grrr…” and “Rawr…” and stuff? So this week I’m all about Hugh Jackman’s hot self and I felt this overwhelming urge to share. Enjoy!

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Hugh Jackman 3


Hope that everybody enjoys the rest of their week!