His hair was sandy blond, his skin golden.
A curly blond head peeked around the corner and large blue eyes studied the stranger cautiously.
Molly O'Malley was a pretty child, easily recognized as Julie's daughter with her long blond hair and beautiful eyes.
She gave blond curls a quick lift with her fingers.
He looked to be about her age and his blond hair was neatly combed into a fashionable style.
A beautiful blond with a quick wit?
He reminded her of an ancient Greek god, his cold, hard beauty magnified by his sun-kissed skin and dark blond hair.
He was as large as the others, with olive skin, long white-blond hair, and golden eyes the unusual color of honey.
She flipped a few strands of her blond hair back in place.
A few seconds later, Deidre's blond head bobbed to the surface.
He was dressed as if he'd just come from some club, all in leather with his blond hair in a braid.
She marveled at the soft crunch of gravel beneath her shoes.
The man in her bedroom was kind of creepy: tall and lean with blond hair and eyes so dark, she couldn't see his pupils.
Romas was a towering example of male perfection: blond with golden skin and bright blue eyes, a chiseled face and buff body, and tall.
The man beside her had dark blond hair, serious brown eyes in a chiseled face, and a form as fit as his son's.
Even the way she wore her hair, with those braids wrapped around the top of her head like a crown and the long shiny blond curls falling around her shoulders and down her back – she wasn't simply beautiful.
Dad had passed on his curly blond hair to Nick and Lisa.
A gust of wind whipped at her full skirt and tossed her long blond curls into the air.
A wisp of blond hair hung over one eye and Lisa brushed it back.
She was taller than Howie but rail thin and possessed an engaging smile, long blond hair and arresting blue eyes.
"We've been waiting for you," the blond-haired Guardian said in a light Irish lilt.
Two men sat at the table, one with blond hair and the other like something out of a movie.
"Been trying to call you, Jule," the blond Guardian said from his seat on the couch.
The large, blond Guardian was rarely more than five feet from his charge and sat in the corner.
I do, too, Jule said then motioned to the blond man.
The man looked like an ancient Greek prince with blond hair and chiseled features.
She recognized the blond Guardian, and her chest tightened.
She grimaced and turned to see the tall blond striding toward her office.
"Han, bring up some food," he said without turning to look at the blond man in the doorway.
A sheen of sweat coated his body, and his white-blond hair was back in a braid.
"That would be a description of his ego and nothing else," the brooding blond said with a light French accent.
Silently, he cursed the blond warrior he suspected gave it to Lana.
Frowning, Lana remained before the screen even as the blond woman disappeared.
"Are these the troops?" a blond woman asked, dressed in tactical clothing and sporting advanced weaponry that reminded Brady just how elite the positions in the special protective service were considered.
Major Dan, a man with blond hair and dark eyes, sat in the bed across the aisle from her.
It was the blond special security woman, Elise, who burst into the med center.
The pretty blond glared at him, but he saw the worry in her gaze.
Romas's people were fair skinned with light hair in varying shades of blond and red.
Behind the tent and its low, shallow steps was a small group of blond warriors surrounding a fifth man with darker skin and hair.
Another form knelt beside him, this one with blond hair.
Her bouncy blond curls brushed his arm as she turned her head to take in the tapestries and look up at the murals on the ceilings.
"Maybe he thinks we.ll steal his things," Erik, the blond Viking who watched over South America, said with a smile.