Fun With Heroes
Jack Hunter
January 24, 2011 | 
Author Jack Hunter as described by Lauren Collins
Quietly she slipped the chain on and cracked the door open. She was in no mood to be polite. “I’m sorry. I’m not interested in anything you might be selling. There is a no solicitation ordinance in this neighborhood, so I suggest you leave before I call the police.”
“Lauren Collins?” The man faced her and arched an amused brow over his sharply intent green gaze.
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Jackson Weldon
Jackson Weldon as described by Nan Miller
Lightning briefly illuminated the strong curve of his stubble-rough jaw, devilish smile, and raven’s wing hair whipping in the wind. Damn, the man had no right to look so sexy in the middle of hell. He stripped off his black leather jacket, pushed her umbrella aside, and leaned in close.
“You bait a nice hook, sugar.”
“You. You Peeping Tom!” Her search for something sophisticated and deadly to say fizzled as ridiculous.
“Careful. You’re giving me ideas for a new profession.”
She didn’t have a chance to reply before his leather jacket descended over her head and his strong arm encircled her.
Jesse Weldon
Jesse Weldon as described by Alexi Jordan
Alexi blinked as heat invaded the chill that had stolen through her since she’d seen the pictures of Roger. She tingled as she looked at the rugged face and chiseled chest of the man who’d just saved her from falling. Half a day’s stubble covered his rough jaw, and his deep sea-blue eyes, crinkled at the corners from the sun, warily assessed her then stared at her mouth. Tension oozed from him. She had no trouble connecting the man to the wild devil who’d led her astray years ago then broke her heart.
Small towns had there good side and bad side of the tracks, and the Weldon boys had been know a time or two to paint their side a bit blacker. Jesse’s reputation had been the worst.
Navarre
Navarre as described by Marissa Vasquez
Alone with Navarre, Marissa studied the man who’d become a part of her life in such an abrupt and magical way.
He lay on his back, unmoving, yet still loomed so vibrant and large in the small room that he made her feel as if he were in a battle stance with his sword raised to strike a blow against the darkness she had known all of her life.
Sam Sheridan
Sam Sheridan as described by
Emerald Linton
It was stupid of her to expect that he’d hold back from something he thought he had to do. He wouldn’t be Sam if he did. Nine months ago, she’d driven into Twilight and he’d pulled her over for a traffic warning. She’d never forget it. He’d stepped from his flashing squad car and sauntered her way, oozing power and sex appeal as his honed muscles stretched the seams of his uniform. Her breath came to a screeching halt and her pulse went from sixty to two hundred in one point five seconds. He reached the side of her car, all tall, dark, and foreboding, looking like a god next to her little Mini. He tipped his hat in a show of respect that zinged her insides, but it was the deep rumbling voice saying “Ma’am” that surged a sensual heat through her erogenous zones. He’d swept her away right then and there. She could still feel the tingle to this day.