She lifted her head, copper curls falling across her eyes.
Carmen tied Destiny's curls with a yellow ribbon.
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.
A gust of wind whipped at her full skirt and tossed her long blond curls into the air.
He reached out and took one of her curls in his hand.
She tossed her head to throw the curls from her face and rolled over in bed.
Her hair was free, the long, loose curls cascading down her shoulders and back.
She wore the camisole that amplified her breasts, her curls captured at the nape of her neck.
At once, he felt the brush of her soft curls against the underside of his chin and smelled her amber-vanilla.
Fortunately, the curls were now loose waves.
She left it down, letting the soft curls spill over her shoulders For a minute she fought back panic.
The breeze ruffling the curls that escaped from her bun went around him, not touching his coat.
She turned as the man called Sasha lifted one of her curls from her shoulder.
She braided her hair to keep the stiff sea breeze from tossing curls in her face and squinted upward again.
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.
Combing her hair, she was thankful for the natural curls that softly framed her face.
In her room she ran a comb threw her curls and stared back at the violet eyes haunting her from the mirror.
"No, it doesn't," he said softly. He reached out to her. His hands trailed down her soft cheek and tangled in her wayward curls. With his index finger, he drew a line from her chin, down her neck, between her breasts and rested his hand on her belly, where the hatchling grew.
Rhyn stopped in place. He'd never thought he'd hear her voice again, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd heard anything that stopped his world in place. He turned to see Katie supporting Hannah as they entered the Sanctuary courtyard. Katie wore simple jeans and a t-shirt. Her dark curls cascaded down her shoulders, and her face glowed. Her bright eyes locked on his. She stopped too far away for his comfort, struggling to support her sister.
The little girl was a beauty: her blond curls were pinned with a bright red ribbon and her white dress had a red sash about the waist.
Jenn glimpsed the black curls of her daughter's head as her mother tried to push her away.
Jule's mate, Yully, was frozen before the open fridge, her eyes wide and red curls bound loosely at her neck.
Her auburn curls were drawn up into a decorative band at the side of her head.
She left her hair down, brushing it until the long blonde curls shined.
She slipped into a pair of white sandals and grabbed her purse, giving her long curls a toss to send them cascading down her back instead of tickling her shoulders.
Ashley was a spitting image of her mother: brown curls, blue-gray eyes, a willowy, graceful body.
Her blonde curls bounced as she trotted down the stairs.
41, G) it curls round the single large ovum.
In archaic figures the hair is most frequently arranged over the brow and temples in parallel rows of small curls which must have been kept in their places by artificial means.
Thinking that turn and turn about is fair play, she seized the scissors and cut off one of my curls, and would have cut them all off but for my mother's timely interference.
Then when my father came in the evening, I would run to the gate to meet him, and he would take me up in his strong arms and put back the tangled curls from my face and kiss me many times, saying, "What has my Little Woman been doing to-day?"
Fresh curls spring from the baldest brow.
No, but imagine the old Countess Zubova, with false curls and her mouth full of false teeth, as if she were trying to cheat old age....
Boris remembered Natasha in a short dress, with dark eyes shining from under her curls and boisterous, childish laughter, as he had known her four years before; and so he was taken aback when quite a different Natasha entered, and his face expressed rapturous astonishment.