A lock of mousy blonde hair covered her left eye.
Her eyes cracked open, and she was startled to see a petite blonde woman in dark jeans standing between them.
For a long moment, she thought the Greek god would kill the blonde first and then finish her off.
So you defied your brother for the little blonde Oracle?
They paused in the doorway of a large library, where a beautiful, petite blonde sat.
She wore jeans and a T-shirt, and her blonde hair fanned out over a pillow.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, brushing one blonde lock from her face.
She willed her hair shorter and blonde once again, knowing he'd already read her mind and seen the reason why she changed her hair.
Deidre flinched as the small blonde woman went down.
Dean had a feeling the woman was the tall blonde he'd seen leaving the courthouse behind Fred O'Connor.
One of Fred's nameless cohorts buttonholed Dean as he stepped from his vehicle, and by the time he extricated himself from her verbal grasp, the blonde was lost in the crowd at the park.
He circled the small, blonde woman and stopped behind her, gaze on Gabriel's name, which was written across her back, along with the Immortal mating script.
Naturally white-blonde, she'd dyed it pink on a whim last weekend.
The blonde teacher was staring at her.
"You're saying she's allergic to us?" a skeptical blonde woman with striking blue-green eyes asked.
His trusted deputies --the slender blonde Iliana and the raven-haired gigantor Jade with cocoa skin --sat across from him.
The woman.s face was hidden behind a mass of blonde hair, but he recognized the hot pink fingernails instantly.
The bombshell blonde always threw good dinner parties with fun themes; this theme had been Disco Night, complete with lava lamps, disco ball, tacky '70s music that still jammed out the open windows, and costumes for those who chose to wear them.
She pushed blonde hair from her face.
Her long blonde hair, unfastened now, cascaded about her shoulders.
Perhaps it was the blonde hair in the comb.
She had long blonde hair like spun silk, a perfectly proportioned figure and blue-green eyes that made you feel you were looking into the sea.
There stood a tall bleached blonde who, Jackson guessed to be in her mid-forties, but she appeared younger thanks to cosmetic surgery and Pilates.
It was two years ago and one of my roommates yanked my long, golden blonde hair.
A small, petite, blonde girl with a big necklace around her neck.
The gorgeous blonde on the far side of the room?
"Second break-in today," said Jenny, a pretty blonde and the brightest in her recent graduating class.
She crossed to it and pushed it open, her attention falling to the slender blonde slung across Jonny's bed.
She shook her head and twisted to face the corner, where the blonde Oracle and brunette Healer sat together.
She left her hair down, brushing it until the long blonde curls shined.
Carmen glanced up to find a tall blonde standing beside their table.
Mary Hendrikhovna, a plump little blonde German, in a dressing jacket and nightcap, was sitting on a broad bench in the front corner.
All the evening Nicholas paid attention to a blue-eyed, plump and pleasing little blonde, the wife of one of the provincial officials.