Often when I’m writing, I have a particular actor’s face in my mind. That was not the case with this novel, with one exception. Jumping ahead of the lead characters, I’ll go right to Imogene because she was the easiest person to compose physically.
One night I was watching “2 Broke Girls” with my tween daughter and when I saw actress Kat Dennings who plays “Max,” my brain said, “Well, there’s Imogene.” It never occurred to me while I was writing the novel that Imogene and Lauren were waitresses and had the same physical attributes as the characters on the TV show, especially since I only saw the show once. However, now I suppose Beth Behars could play Lauren as well, the leggy blonde with a big smile who is the cheerleader to Imogene’s sarcasm.
Jessica is a different story. She’s a composite of Emma Stone’s intelligence and wit, and Kate Mara’s cynical, devious cleverness. And they are both pretty red-heads. It’s a tough call, there are so many interesting young actresses today who could play a geeky, pretty, smart red-head.
Carson is easy. Um, yeah, let’s just give the role to Chris Hemsworth. I’m not talking Thor here. Thor is too perfect for Carson. I’m thinking more along the lines of Hemsworth’s character in “Snow White and the Huntsman,” where Chris Hemsworth sported dark hair and was rather unkempt and spent most of the time emotionally berating himself for not saving others. Yeah, that’s Carson, except Carson isn’t a drunk and he bathes everyday.
Dylan is tough. When I was writing his scenes, I pictured beautiful surfers I knew from my college days in California, and no particular actor came to mind that fit the face I kept imagining. I have no doubt if there was a casting call, they would have 500 handsome guys show up who all fit the bill as the “All American Golden Boy.”
I can also picture Helen Mirren, Ian Holm, and Meryl Streep as the hilarious pillars of Hera. They can act in any movie and are so talented at elevating their roles and making their characters outstanding.
Fearsome by S.A. Wolfe
Publication date: October 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
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Jessica Channing’s big city life should be more exciting than sixty-hour work weeks and popcorn nights with her girlfriends, but it’s not. She has worked hard fulfilling her role as a child prodigy and graduating college years before her peers. She’s the good girl, the brilliant girl.
Unfortunately, she’s also the dateless young woman.
That all changes with one phone call. Jess’s rigid, predictable life upends when she must visit a small, obscure town to deal with a relative’s death. This isn’t just any little speck of a town, though. Long lost memories come crashing down on Jess’s world when two men, the Blackard brothers, seem to lure her in.
Dylan is cover model handsome, and pursues Jess the minute she comes to town. Then there is tall, dark and gorgeous Carson, who hides his own secrets behind his hardened reserve.
For someone who has been governed by her own obsessive behaviors and fears, Jess lets her guard down and jumps at the opportunity to have an affair with a man she actually finds attractive for a change.
There’s just one problem. Jess discovers that she can’t have a simple romantic fling because true passion does indeed come with some very big strings attached to it. She will have to own up to her own truths about love and face the two extraordinary men; both troubled in their own ways and both determined to have her.
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Carson takes a couple long strides and is in my face before I can count to one. He has to lean over to be at my eye level. He places his hands on the counter on either side of me so I’m trapped. “He thinks you’re going to stay here for good. He thinks he has a chance with you. I want you to be honest with him and explain that you’ll be going back to your real life in New York.”
He moves so close to my face, I find myself staring back into his beautiful eyes that never leave mine. He is nothing like Dylan; I can see that in this moment. Carson is only three years older than his brother; however, he might as well be twenty years older. He carries a weight—a burden in him—that is marked by a serious, unwavering demeanor. I think a part of me remembers this about him and another part of me remembers trying to coax the fun side out of him. I know I have seen him laugh, the memory is there, buried with all the other fuzzy images, yet right now, I only see a man who is trying to look strong because there’s something that worries him.
If he’s trying to be intimidating and rouse my anxiety, it’s working. After a short stare-off between us, he moves back. My small victory is that he seems to be at a loss for words, too.