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I thought I’d share my fantasy casting for Making a Splash. This is not always the easiest for me, because the guys appear in my head, looking like themselves, so how can I pick someone else to play them? Then I remind myself that they don’t have to match the men in my head exactly and I can do it.
For Austin, I could totally see Chris Helmsworth playing him. Blond, easy going, bright smile. Great body. That would definitely work.
Vince is a little older than Austin, but takes good care of himself. I could totally see Joe Manganiello playing Vince.
So there you go, I managed to come up with fantasy casting for a movie version of Making a Splash.
smut fixes everything
After a scandal of Olympic proportions, Vince Dawson lost his job as a diving coach and is on a downhill slide. So when he sees Austin Brody at a local pool, diving like a trained athlete, he thinks he’s found his ticket back to the big leagues.
Austin thinks Vince is crazy for wanting him to dive competitively. He dives for beer and smokes, while working double shifts as a welder. Still, he’ll give training with Vince a shot.
But Austin isn’t willing to let Vince rule his life, and Vince—used to hopeful young athletes folding under pressure from him—finds Austin baffling… and hot. Even if they can work together and become more than friends, they still have a long way to go before they’ll be ready to compete.
“That works.” They walked in, and a half-dozen old ladies greeted Austin as a heavy-set lady came up to give the kid a huge hug.
He had to fight his smile—the media would eat Austin up, that easy charm and wicked smile. One step at a time, old man, he told himself. One step at a time. Get Austin on board first.
“Hey, sweetie. Who’s this?” She offered one square hand, her green eyes looking him over.
“Vince. He’s a dive guy. Too cool, huh?”
He smiled and took her hand, surprised at how firm a shake it was. “I saw Austin diving at the pool. He’s got some amazing talent. But I imagine you already know that, ma’am.”
“He’s a good boy. Always has been. Y’all come sit in my section. Did you stop at the house and fix that screen door this morning, Austin?”
“Yes, ma’am. I brought Uncle Jack a sausage biscuit.”
Vince sat, watching the kid interact with his aunt, listening to them idly. The place smelled good, and he realized it had been a while since he’d had a decent meal.
“You’re a good kid,” he noted when Austin finally sat across from him.
“Oh, they’re good folks.” Austin hung his hat up on the little hook by the booth. “Aunt Jenny’s a neat girl. You want tea or coffee or what?”
“I’d like a beer. I saw you had one at the pool, so I assume you’re old enough to drink?” His guess was yes, and that made Austin a bit old to be starting out, but the kid was a natural.
“Oh, hell, yeah. I’m fixin’ to be twenty-three in December.”
“Awesome.” Old to be starting out, but it meant Austin was his own man. There would be no parents to convince to overlook his own unfortunate past. “So, which do you want to hear first—why I asked you here or why I haven’t worked in three years?”
“Oh, give up the dirt first. Unless you’re an ax murderer.” Austin’s eyes danced. “That’s even cooler than old work dirt.”
Lord, this kid was all balls. Cute as shit too.
Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.
Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.
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