Posts Tagged ‘Adrian Paul’
Jackson Weldon
January 24, 2011 | 
Author 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.
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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.
Alexander Killdaren
Alexander Killdaren as described by Andromeda Andrews
My voice caught in my throat as I was about to comment that Gemini’s nose was already irrevocably red, even though it wasn’t. The sound of horse’s hooves on the shore along with the act of everyone around me turning and gasping with awe and fear told me that he had arrived to the docks. Lord Alexander Killdaren.
Though the mystery surrounding Mary’s death had been solved, the murder of Lady Helen Kennedy eight years ago had not been. Since Sean Killdaren and Lord Alexander Killdaren were the last ones to see her alive and a witness had seen one of them leaving the scene of the murder, a dark cloud of suspicion hung over their lives. To this day the villagers gave the Killdaren twins a wide berth. Neither Cassie nor I believed the rumors. She was sure Sean was innocent and I was convinced Lord Alexander was, too.
Sean Killdaren
Sean Killdaren as described by Cassie Andrews
Feeling like a thief, I slipped inside and would have been carried away by the multitude of books filling the massive shelves if I had not seen the painting first. The impact of the image literally stole my breath, and I stepped back from the life-sized portrait hanging above the mantel of a massive stone hearth.
His green eyes, so vibrantly realistic, stared directly at me from beneath dark brows over a chiseled nose and roughly hewn jaw. He wore a black suit, white ruffled shirt, and had a black cape flung over one shoulder. In one black-gloved hand he held a silver walking stick with what I thought was a fanged snake on its tip. But as I moved closer, I saw it was a dragon that curled up the cane. A force greater than my own will held me captive before him. Had he needed the night to hide his sins?