Callum Westmore - Heidi Rice's HOT riva hero!!!

Okay, so after a brief hiatus I am so happy to be back with another TO DIE FOR Riva hero for you from none other than the gorgeous, current RT Award nominee, author Heidi Rice!!! Thanks so much for coming to the blog Heidi!

Now, let's get down to meeting her hero...

Name: Callum Westmore

Age: mid-thirties

Occupation: Queen’s Council [a top lawyer for non-Brits!]

Vital Stats: 6ft 2inches; 12 stone of toned, ripped physique; Deep Forest-Green Eyes; Hair so dark it’s almost black, tans easily and has a five o’clock shadow by 12noon.

Celebrity Look-a-like: Henry Cavill

White Lie or Absolute Honesty: Absolute Honesty

Order In or Dine Out: Dine Out – and Order In, Cal isn’t big on cooking.

Boxers or Briefs: Boxer briefs (nice and snug)

Best known for: His erudite way with words – except when it comes to talking about his feelings.

We’d want to date him because…  He’s wry, witty, intelligent, curious, dominating (but with a sense of humour), scrupulously honest, super-smart and looks seriously sexy whether he’s wearing a suit or faded jeans (or nothing at all). He’s a great dancer (although he insists on leading), he’s competitive, confident, generous (in bed and out) and goal-orientated — which means that while he considers flirting one of the best forms of foreplay, he makes a point of being very accomplished at all other forms of foreplay too. He’s generally laid-back and relaxed in social situations, but he tends to be focussed and intense in private, radiating a force field of raw machismo that will make you the centre of his attention (in every way). In other words, this man is way too hot to handle, and way too hot not to handle. Women, be warned.

In his words…

He cradled her face in his palms as he touched his forehead to hers, listened to her ragged breathing.

‘I’m not going to rush you,’ he murmured, the humour gone. ‘I’ve been waiting to get my hands on you the whole damn day. So believe me, I intend to savour every single second.’

His lips quirked as he lifted his head and took in her dilated pupils — and the little crease of consternation on her forehead.

‘I know what I’m doing,’ he added.

‘Yes, but you don’t…’

‘And I don’t need instructions,’ he interrupted, grinning. Damn, but she was persistent. ‘I find it ruins the spontaneity.’

She moved out of his arms, propped her hands on her hips, the little crease turning into the Grand Canyon. ‘I should have guessed you’d be difficult about...’

‘That’s enough talk.’

‘Excuse me?’

Stepping forward, he whipped her bag out of her hand.

‘Hey, give that back.’

Ignoring the astonished protest, he grasped her wrist with his other hand, bent over and hefted her onto his shoulder.

‘What are you doing?’ she yelped, although he figured it was fairly obvious as he marched to the front door of his block.

‘I like talk as much as the next guy,’ he said conversationally, as he keyed his code into the security panel. ‘In fact, I make a very decent living at it.’ He kicked open the door. ‘But even I have my limits.’

‘Put me down!’ she yelled, wriggling and kicking now as she got her wind back. ‘This is absurd.’

He elbowed the light switch.

‘And probably illegal.’ The protest came out in pants, her midriff rocking against his shoulder blade. ‘I’ll sue.’

Adrenaline surged through him as he climbed the stairs, two at a time.

‘Go ahead and try.’ He dropped her to her feet — and chuckled at her mutinous expression, and the flush of arousal on her cheeks. ‘No judge would convict me.’

Her chin took on a mulish tilt, her colour rising. ‘She would if she was a woman.’

‘Wanna bet.’ He reached into his pocket, palmed his key and slid it into the lock. Opening the door, he took hold of her hand and dragged her inside.

‘Has anyone ever told you you’re remarkably arrogant?’ she announced as he slapped his palms above her head, caging her against the wall.

‘Yes. You.’ He buried his face against her neck. ‘And more than once now.’

Her quickened breathing gushed out against his cheek. Suckling the pulse point, he heard the soft sob of surrender. He lifted his head, traced his fingers along the elegant line of her neck, over her collarbone, then ran his hands down her curves. She bucked, her body quaking as his thumbs circled the tight buds of her breasts through her clothing.

‘And you’re remarkably bossy,’ he murmured, his hands settling on her hips. Why did he find that so incredibly sexy?

Her big brown eyes widened as he cradled his erection against her belly. ‘Which makes us even.’ Capturing her wrist, he led her down the hallway towards his bedroom.

Her heels clicked on the polished wood floor as she raced to keep pace with him. But for once she didn’t have a comeback — making him feel invincible.

"Ruby Delisantro is the queen of cupcakes and salsa. She is in charge, with a great repertoire of quick retorts and snappy one-liners, and even sharper moves on the dance floor. And then Callum Westmore comes crashing into her life. One glance from those infuriatingly luscious bedroom eyes and she’s close to losing ­control. Something tells her that Callum sees straight through the tough attitude to her soft-as-buttercream heart beneath. Is Ruby in danger of falling for him and – worse still – of liking it?

 If you like Lindsey Kelk and Jenny Colgan, you’ll love this."

SO you wanna read it, right?! Well you can get your hands on a copy from Mills and Boon UK right now AND you can also enter the Rafflecoptor draw below! nd be sure to enter because Heidi's also giving away a copy of her current Presents Extra release "One Night, So Pregnant!"

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USA Today bestselling author Heidi Rice is married with two teenage sons (which gives her rather too much of an insight into the male psyche). She also works as a film journalist and was born in Notting Hill in West London (before it became as chi-chi as it is in the film starring Hugh Grant). She now lives in Islington in North London - a stone's throw away from where they shot Four Weddings and a Funeral... (She has asked Hugh very politely to stop stalking her, but will he listen?) She loves her job because it involves sitting down at her computer each day and getting swept up in a world of high emotions, sensual excitement, funny feisty women, sexy tortured men and glamourous locations where laundry doesn't exist ... Not bad, eh. 
Then she gets to turn off her computer and do chores (usually involving laundry!)

Find Heidi online at her website, blog, Twitter and Facebook.

Date Bradley Knight from THE WEDDING DATE by Ally Blake!

Time to meet another gorgeous Riva hero! Here's Bradley, from the pen of the fabulous Ally Blake!!! 

Name:  Bradley Knight

Age: 32

Occupation:  One time mountaineer now the man behind Voyagers, a big-time adventure TV show

Vital Stats: 6'4", swarthy, short dark no nonsense haircut, mercury grey eyes, built like a mountain

Celebrity Look-a-like: Gerard Butler

White Lie or Absolute Honesty:  Like the mountains he has famously conquered he's colossal, tough, unyielding, indomitable, and enigmatic.  I wouldn't put a white lie past the guy ;).

Order In or Dine Out:  Order in.  For a man in the spotlight Bradley treasures his privacy above all else.

Boxers or Briefs: I searched the book for both, and none appeared.  Must be commando. He is an adventurer after all ;).

Best known for:   Trying his best to avoid moments like this: "I know you are!  You’re the guy who makes Voyagers.  I’ve seen you in magazines.  And on the telly.  My daughter just loooves you.  She even considered going into training once so she could be one of those regular-type people you send off into the wild  and up mountains with nothing but a toothbrush and a packet of Tim-Tams.  Or however it goes.  And that’s saying something!  It’s all but impossible to get that girl off the couch.  You know what?  I should give you her number.  She’s quite pretty in her way and unquestionably single..."

We’d want to date him because…  Big, bad, beautiful Bradley Knight is unattainable.  Untouchable.  Waaay out of our league.  And yet, as he himself so wisely claims: "When you climb a mountain, solo, the challenge is so great, so seemingly impossible, the pay off is all sweeter when you reach the peak.  You’ve conquered the unconquerable."  And we do like a challenge right?

In his words…

It took every ounce of strength Bradley had to keep himself propped on his shaking arms.  He’d done nothing to deserve giving into his raging desires.  He deserved to be punished.

He slid to Hannah's side.  She groaned in protest, her back arching, a hand sliding down his arm, across his chest, scraping through the arrow of hair leading to his...

He closed his eyes.  If this was punishment send him to hell.

He grabbed her hand and restrained it over her head, and using a heavy leg, pinned her writhing body to the bed.

Breathing heavily, eyes closed, she stopped moving, clearly doing her best to stay put, as though she knew it would be worth it to do as she was told.  She was one clever girl.

The pale of her breast was shining from his ministrations, and slowly, achingly slowly he lowered his head until he took her dry, peaked nipple into his mouth.

He worked his way down the sweetest spots of her body until he couldn’t stand it any longer.  There was no way he could last another minute without enjoying that mouth.

Look at me, he demanded inside his head.  He wanted her to know who was kissing her.  He needed her to know.  To remember.

She opened her dark slumberous eyes and looked right into the dark depths of his soul.  Then as if she knew just what he needed she pulled his head to hers and kissed him.

THE WEDDING DATE is available from Amazon UK and Mills and Boon UK!

What happens in Tasmania stays in Tasmania...

All work and no play means that Hannah’s crush on her gorgeous boss - blockbuster adventure TV show producer Bradley Knight – has no chance of fading gracefully away.   So the opportunity to go home to Tasmania for her sister’s wedding for a long weekend is just the break from work - and Bradley – she so badly needs.

One problem - Bradley has a gut feeling that if his most able assistant goes back to her beautiful island home, she might find more reasons to stay than to come back.  Thankfully, the stunning, raw, rugged scenery of Tasmania is just the kind of place he could set his next TV show.  It only makes sense that he tag along!

In the wilds of Tasmania she can play.  He can work.  And who knows?  The two of them might just find a way to do both!

In her previous life Australian romance author Ally Blake was a head cheerleader, a maths tutor, a dental assistant, and the secretary of the Australian Cinematographers Society. She married in Las Vegas - no Elvis in sight, though Tony Curtis did put in a special appearance.
In this life Ally is a bestselling, multi-award winning novelist who has been published in over twenty languages with more than three million books sold world-wide. Her fun, fresh, flirty books are published by Harlequin Mills and Boon.
Ally and her family, including three boisterous toddlers, share a property in the leafy western suburbs of Brisbane, Australia, with kookaburras, cockatoos, lorikeets and the occasional creepy crawly. When not writing she loves eating M&Ms, watching The West Wing reruns, playing hide and seek, and barracking til hoarse for the Collingwood Magpies AFL team.

Find out more about Ally's books on her website, Twitter and Facebook.