Of the tall, dark, and brooding variety. So Adele of Persnickety Snark fame tweeted me the other day informing me of her desperate need for a new Richard Armitage post and asking me pretty-please-with-sugar-on-top if I could whip up a little something to fill the void. Now I have made mention of my appreciation for Mr. John Thornton a.k.a. Eye Candy Numero Uno a.k.a. The Armitage, etc. etc. once or twice in the past. But, you know, she's right. As she usually is. It has been far too long since I've done so. I mean, my friend Chelle's got an actual sidebar tally going on over at Tempting Persephone to see how often she can post on the man this year. She's at eight, by the way. *clears throat* Clearly, I've been remiss and it is time to rectify this troubling situation. Let's start, shall we, with a confession. Confession : I don't actually swoon over movie stars very often. Book characters? Sure. Actors? Not so much. I'm not sure it's neces...