March 9, 2011


Holy gods of Olympus. He was unbelievably tall, lean and ripped. His shirt clung to that perfect body and didn't quite reach the waistband of his pants. Instead it exposed a mouth watering glimpse of a hard tanned washboard stomach. His jeans rode so low on this narrow hips, dipping down so much that it made her wonder if he had on underwear.
He wore a pair of dark sunglasses and was chewing gum in the sexiest manner she'd ever seen. Sweaty and gorgeous, he reached up to pull the ball cap off .. and set free a mane of coal black hair with a red stripe in the front. No .. surely this wasn't ... Of course it was. She'd know that meticulous, sexual lope anywhere.

(Acheron, Sherrilyn Kenyon)

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