“His skin was a pretty colour, it made me jealous.
Jacob noticed my scrutiny.
What?“ he asked, suddenly self-conscious.
"Nothing. I just hadn’t realised before. Did you know, you’re sort of beautiful?”
Once the words slipped out, I worried that he might take my implusive observation the wrong way.
But Jacob rolled his eyes. “You hit your head pretty hard, didn’t you?”
“I’m serious.”
Well, then, thanks. Sort of.“
I grinned. "You’re sort of welcome.”
― Stephenie Meyer, New Moontags
“In fact, he moved with a lithe grace that put her in mind of a cat. A black and rather feral cat, quite evidently up to no good.”
― Vanessa Kelly, Confessions of a Royal Bridegroom
“Blake inspires instant, tender Blakelust in everyone he meets. All of his beauties are meant to be touched, and he likes to be touched.”
― John Valentine, Puppies
“The avenue seemed full of gay people these days, persons as happy as she. At intervals were stationed the mounted traffic police. Their splendid figures, their neat, well-fitting uniforms, their highly polished puttees protecting perfectly formed legs, the thigh outlined by pressure against the horse’s side, all combined to make a picture which she found irresistibly appealing. She found herself looking for the mounted police. She formed preferences for one or the other. She thought of the Aztecs with their idea that men astride of horses were some kind of god,and she smiled to think that her poetic sense was interpreting these horsemen in the same light. She liked especially to view the officers from the back, the torso, the carriage, the outline of the leg all accentuated.”
― Robert Scully
“Alex Barrow’s broad face, with the roughened skin that gave him an air of experience. His powerful, packed, wrestler’s body. The thick black fur at the base of his throat. It was wrong to call him handsome, although all the women did. Really he was almost ugly, but in a stirring, thrilling way that made her shift in her seat as she thought about him.”
― Anne Tyler
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