Shadowmen Series
Navarre
January 24, 2011 | 
Author 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.
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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.
Aragon
Aragon as described by Annette Batista
The dynamic alphaness of the man matched Jared’s, except that this man was rougher. The only thing that softened his warrior-sharp features was the black silk of his long hair and the luxuriance of his water-spiked lashes. Dark-coffee eyes flashed with irritation and confusion above a nose that, though perfectly straight, seemed so bent with badass attitude, you’d swear it had to have been broken in a fight or two. His full mouth and the knock-‘em-dead cleft in his chin were set too grim to ever be sensual, but that didn’t stop the stomach-clenching tough of feeling his lips on her.
Jared
Jared as described by Erin Morgan
He’d crossed his thick arms over a chest that rivaled Atlas for broadness and strength. She lifted her gaze higher. He sat with his heels propped on her bumper, knees bent and legs spread—not extra wide, but he sure wasn’t trying to hide anything. Seemingly thoroughly comfortable with his nakedness, he stared at her with bloodshot eyes the color of iridescent blue topaz.
Sweat beaded his flushed face, and she noticed that he held his left arm protectively against his chest. Dark stubble covered his chin, framing lips that had to have been fashioned by Eros—or Satan. He had the most erotically seductive mouth she’d ever seen, the only soft spot amid his warrior’s features—chiseled nose, sharp cheeks, and brooding brow. His dark hair flowed past his shoulders, layered back from his face like wings of a predator. He looked like a deadly warrior, with an odd, gold-colored pagan amulet hanging on a chunky chain about his neck.