Okay, maybe it's a little much, but Talli already got Literary Hotties. Talli's list wasn't all literary, nor all fictional--last I heard, Colin Firth wasn't the product of someone's imagination. I'm going to go with the fictional guys first, and then a few real guys....
To start, any novelist who doesn't love their own characters first and foremost is doing something critically wrong. If you don't love them, no one else will...so, at the top of my list is my own trinity of men who are the kind of guys I could love for real: Connor Mackenzie in Chasing the Wind; Jamie Randall in Final Hours, and Alex Stewart in the upcoming An Army of Angels. Anyone who's read my work will tell you that there are many common traits shared by these three. I won't tell you what they are. You'll have to find out for yourself!
Now to the guys who kept me reading past page three (or watching past the first half hour)....
Gabriel Miller (Same Time, Tomorrow by Scarlett Martin and James Morgan, not yet in print): now this is a guy any woman would be damn lucky to have in her life--if he really existed. He's smart, sexy, fiercely loyal...Gabriel is a one-woman man and doesn't mind showing it. And he can cook!
Tom Stryker (Heaven & Hell by William Kendall, not yet in print): call it loyalty to my partner, but this guy would be hot even if I didn't know his creator personally. Smart, charming, a bit of a daredevil, all male. He's not like James Bond. He's better. He gets stirred but not shaken. At least not very often.
Ranger and Joe Morelli (Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum series): every woman should be in Stephanie's enviable position--between mysterious, sexy, noncommittal Ranger and down to earth Joe. Morph these two together and you'll have the perfect man!
Julien Mistral (Mistral's Daughter by Judith Krantz): He was a self-centered genius, a great painter whose devotion to his art led him to commit some unforgivable acts during the occupation of France...but the two great loves of his life inspired his greatest body of work as he learned, almost too late, the most important lesson of all.
Nick Muncie (Lunch by Karen Moline): not normally my type at all, he's a dark character with a taste for sadistic behavior--but Moline has done such a splendid job of creating this character that it was possible for me to feel sympathy for him and even like him in the end. Too bad he killed himself. He had real potential.
Jamie McGregor (Master of the Game by Sidney Sheldon): though I've been a fan of Sheldon's books since my college days, and he does a wonderful job of creating memorable female characters, I've never been all that impressed with his male characters, except for Jamie. He's proud, stubborn, a survivor who built an empire against all odds. If only forgiveness had been in his vocabulary....
Indiana Jones: do I really have to explain? It's Indy!
And then there's there the real-life guys who make my heart skip a few beats....
Ewan McGregor: Scottish accent, those incredible eyes, a combination of adventurer and loyal family man.
Gerard Butler: I'm a sucker for a Scot, what can I say?
Harrison Ford: He's Indy, for crying out loud! Enough said!