The blonde teacher was staring at her.
She left her hair down, brushing it until the long blonde curls shined.
A lock of mousy blonde hair covered her left eye.
Perhaps it was the blonde hair in the comb.
The blonde purred, Well certainly.
Bianca stared, horrified, as the blonde dropped.
"Are you here for me?" the blonde asked guardedly.
Carmen glanced up to find a tall blonde standing beside their table.
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.
As if sensing the same, the blonde bowed her head in deferment without moving.
The blonde slid sunglasses in place, and as she strode to the awaiting Yukon idling in the driveway she threw a glance over her shoulder.
Startled, Bianca turned to face the doorway, recognizing the petite blonde woman who saved her from Dusty's bullet in Talon's garage.
The woman had Dusty's cold beauty, with feminine, chiseled features, long blonde hair and large blue eyes lined with silver.
She recognized the petite blonde, who wrenched open the door and ran.
Before the blonde could run, the devil snatched her.
Bianca looked fearfully at the pregnant blonde, whose blood already soaked her clothing, then at the waiting devil beside her.
Bianca righted herself and carefully straightened the blonde, panicked by her pale features.
So you defied your brother for the little blonde Oracle?
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.
She was nearly as tall as he, a natural blonde or the customer of a very good beautician.
Jennifer Radisson, in spite of her height and eye catching blonde hair, was quickly lost in the happy crowd that clogged the sidewalks.
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.
Deidre turned to see the blonde woman standing in front of an open wardrobe.
"You're saying she's allergic to us?" a skeptical blonde woman with striking blue-green eyes asked.
His complexion was dark for a blonde man, as if he spent a lot of time outside.
She shook her head and twisted to face the corner, where the blonde Oracle and brunette Healer sat together.
She crossed to it and pushed it open, her attention falling to the slender blonde slung across Jonny's bed.
"What kind of physical shape do you suppose Byrne is in?" asked Fred as he eyed a gorgeous blonde in scarlet bike pants.
"Second break-in today," said Jenny, a pretty blonde and the brightest in her recent graduating class.
The gorgeous blonde on the far side of the room?
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 blonde smiled thinly, keeping her eyes on the vampire.
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.
The woman, a buxom blonde about forty, Dean guessed, was clothed in a fashion magazine outfit, designed for après snow bunny activity, not actually doing anything in the great outdoors.