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Captain Deverell Jansen
January 24, 2011 | 
Author Captain Deverell Jansen as described by Gemini Andrews
His dark blue eyes, as mysterious and fathomless as the deep of the sea, had followed my movements throughout the evening as closely as I’d watched him, only his gaze was entirely more intimate than mine. For surely I didn’t stare at him in a way to make his breasts ache, though the broadness of his chest and shoulders were so inspiring I had to fist my hands against the urge to touch him.
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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?
Benedict Trevelyan
Benedict Trevelyan as described by Ann Lovell
The sound of heavy booted feet striding closer preceded a deep polished voice. “Is there a problem, Dobbs?”
The tone and verve of the unknown man’s voice vibrated in the air and ruffled my already quaking insides. The sensation intensified when a towering man appeared at the door behind the butler.
I almost stepped back. The man appeared as tall and broad as the massive doorway itself. His dark hair gleamed in the sunlight like the rich, deep hues of the polished wood behind him. A distinctive brow and Roman nose topped a freshly shaven jaw that could conquer an empire with its determination. He was dressed in dark trousers and a white shirt. His hair lay damp upon his brow as if he’d just bathed and he smelled pleasantly of sandalwood. I breathed in, luxuriating in the scent before I could stop myself. The aroma proved most distracting.
