No, it was the scent of the man, rising off his warm skin and enveloping her senses. Wild, feral, a little musky.

Claire Gem

The combination of porcelain skin framed by a cascade of ash blonde curls needed no further embellishment.

Joanne Guidoccio

She didn’t flinch when his warm hand slipped under the edge of her sweater and skimmed across her bare back. Her skin tingled deliciously while she fought the urge to lean into him.

Kathryn Jane

Embarrassed, the white skin of her neck change colors until it matched her hair as she spoke, Jake noticed.

Marian Lanouette
All the Hidden Sins (available early 2018

I drew the blade down, gliding it through the skin along a horizontal line, the sensation much like slicing through hard butter. Crimson blood oozed out from the fresh cut and dribbled onto the floor.

S.A. Taylor
Sharp Blades (work in progress)

Even with her son trying to tell her, she’d refused to see the nervous habits, the blood shot eyes, the over-pale skin, which Addie had attributed to her daughters’ Goth make-up. She’d give anything if the attire were the worst of their worries.

Marsha West

She traced his chest muscles, feeling the indentations that hadn’t been there the last time she’d seen him like this. His heart pounded beneath her fingers, the light hair rough against her smooth skin.

Sharon Wray
When Next We Meet (work in progress)

His legs were kinda knobby in knee socks. He was sorta on the thin side. So maybe, they were skinny?

Vicki Batman

Her skin was tender as the belly of a kitten. And just as fragile.

Jacquie Biggar

Irish ancestry gave him skin the color of a rich tan and large cerulean blue eyes that could burn their way through a female’s strongest defenses in seconds.

Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair

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