The liquid was a light amber color and had bubbles in it.
The deep amber eyes mocked her.
The amber eyes flashed with little flecks of red.
His amber eyes widened and darkened.
Guilt and need warred as her senses became saturated with his oak-amber scent, the warmth of his body at her back.
The aromatic and irritating fumes emitted by burning amber are mainly due to this acid.
He glanced up and met her startled gaze with eyes the color of fine amber - not brown, not yellow, but an indistinct mixture of both.
He smiled warmly when he met her gaze, a twinkle of amusement deepening the amber color to brown.
She had barely relaxed when the amber-eyed man sauntered out the door.
The amber gaze searched her face expectantly.
He sobered, his amber gaze expressing concern.
His amber eyes had a way of darkening with emotion, but why were they so dark now?
He swung around and stared at her, his amber gaze growing cool.
An icy amber gaze fell on her, chilling her heart to stillness.
From the corner of her eye she saw them approach, but the amber gaze held hers in its intoxicating grip.
His arm slipped around her waist, drawing her close, and she stared up into those unusual amber eyes.
A spark of the old humor ignited in the amber eyes and she canted her head toward her father.
The scent of oak and amber and his calming presence eased some of her tension while filling her lower belly with fire.
His oak-amber scent and the heat of his skin intoxicated her, made her feel like – even if the world ended – she might not care, if she was in his arms.
Pieces of amber torn from the sea-floor are cast up by the waves, and collected at ebb-tide.
Divers have been employed to collect amber from the deeper waters.
The sea-worn amber has lost its crust, but has often acquired a dull rough surface by rolling in sand.
By gradually heating amber in an oil-bath it becomes soft and flexible.
It was an Amber alert.
It was strange how quickly the trials and fears of the day could be put on the back burner with a couple of swigs of amber liquid.
They entered a dark dining hall, where a pot of tea and two tea cups sat waiting for them next to a carafe of amber alcohol at the table nearest the entrance.
His eyes flared amber then faded to tanzanite as he gazed down at her.
Kris's white hair, fair complexion, and amber eyes were at odds with Rhyn's darkness and glowing pewter gaze.
His gaze turned from amber to fire, and she wondered if she'd pushed him too far.
He lifted his tea glass and examined the amber liquid.
Damian definitely had the body and weird, glowing amber eyes.