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359 pages, Paperback
First published February 22, 2012
She chose a soda because there wasn't any milk - whole milk - her second favorite food to steak.
...it was a fitted charcoal grey pinstripe and had the look of absurdly expensive bespoke. He wore beneath a snowy white button-down shirt, open at the collar to reveal a hing of tawny skin at his throat.
•dove-gray leather
•slate-gray sky
•walls painted smoky plum
•snowy white button
•ginger-haired woman
•beige linoleum floor
•silver tray of flatbread
•interesting shade of eggplant
•lashes long and black as soot
•wrinkled black apron
•mottled shade of crimson
•a flush of scarlet
•platinum gold Jimmy Choo pump
•golden locks
•black-and-white tiled floor
•ivory skin
•white linen tablecloth
•white marble floor
•dark and rich ruby
•candlelight glowed amber and (you guessed it) honey.
•plush butter cream carpet
•the sky above them smoke and ebony-blue
•gray plume of mist
•sun slanted saffron and gold
•black against plush caramel cheeks
•silvery tears
•smoke-purple mountains
•threw sparks of blue off his black hair
•fitted beige trousers
"... the poem of her face.
An exotic sylph with elegance and strength and solid luster, all feminine curves and opalescent skin and a surfeit of raw power simmering beneath.
"One stood out apart, slightly ahead of the others. Like his companions he had ebony hair, honey-bronze skin, feral, flashing eyes. Be he was larger, broad-shouldered and substantial, forbidding even with all that perfect symmetry of bone structure, that jawline seemed sharpened on a diamond cutter's lathe. Something about the mouth: sensual but hard, so hard it seemed he hadn't smiled in years. Or ever."