“Buthe had the kindest face in the world, with big, dark eyes and buzzed-cutbrown hair.”

“Hi," the werewolf said. He was dark-haired and broad, with gold eyes, big hands, and a feral scruffiness that Cole felt and instantly responded to. He had the weird urge to kill a cow and present it to the stranger. Two cows.”

“There's no app for a bourbon buzz on a warm day in a cool, dark bar. The world will always want a drink.”

“His determined face, guitar at his hips, legs shoulder-width apart, his black hair & dark eyes, the emotion in his voice...”

“The three women laughing over there? Dark wavy hair, coffee skin, and beautiful matching sets of big, lovely—” I slapped him on the arm. “Hey. Eyes. I was going to say eyes. What were you thinking?”

“i open my eyes and blow a straggle of hair out of my face. Not my hair, smitty's. his head is buried in the crook of my neck and he's out cold. he uses raspberry shampoo? what a big girl.”