It was pink with white tips, in an antique brass planter.
"The coat is pink and there are purple hearts on the sweater," Toby said.
Her pink nose felt like velvet.
Her skin began to flush until it was pink enough to look human rather than the sleep of the dead.
The chilly ocean breeze made her dress move as if it was alive, and she swiped at the pink hair blinding her.
The ocean breeze made her dress move as if it was alive, and her pink hair swept across her features.
He found a strange woman with pink hair and a blue face, sprawled on the beach, staring at the sky with a childlike fascination.
His bright features turned pink beneath his wire-rimmed glasses and straw-colored hair.
His teeth flashed pink in the red glow of the taillights.
The hills were a profusion of snowy dogwood and pink plumb and cherry blossoms.
Toby's backpack was there along with his pink coat. Rhyn straightened, angry at himself for not hearing the boy leave. A flash of purple caught his eye through the trees, and he loped through the forest.
Ashley wasn't in the room, though Jessi recognized some of her cousin's things: a pink cell phone charger, a backpack that yawned open to reveal clothes, the stack of colorful beaded bracelets on the arm of the couch.
Some were red, some white, and others pale pink, and they were just peeping out of the green leaves, as rosy-faced children peep out from their warm beds in wintertime before they are quite willing to get up.
Some were red, some white, and others were delicate pink, and they were peeping out from between the green leaves like beautiful little fairies.
The countess was to wear a claret-colored velvet dress, and the two girls white gauze over pink silk slips, with roses on their bodices and their hair dressed a la grecque.
The mirrors on the landing reflected ladies in white, pale-blue, and pink dresses, with diamonds and pearls on their bare necks and arms.
Normally it was a raised area, dark pink, but now it looked red and angry.
A tall, toned woman who looked like she did Pilates for a living stood in the hall in tight black leather pants and a tight pink T-shirt that drew attention to her large breasts.
She mentally envisioned his wings pink again.
Still wearing the garb of Hell, Darkyn's mate was sporting fangs with her pink hair and a heavy sultriness that made Deidre look twice.
Your face may be blue and your hair pink, but I don't see you doing anything messy, like taking a shotgun to the head.
A towel was wrapped around her and her pink hair clipped on top of her head.
She faced him, her pink face scrubbed clean.
Though her hair was pink, there was no mistaking the delicate facial features, porcelain skin and large eyes of the woman who tormented him his entire life then dumped the underworld on him.
His thoughts kept straying to a certain pink-haired woman whose scent on his skin was driving him crazy.
The kids seemed entranced by her pink hair.
"I like pink," Deidre replied.
Iliana asked, tapping a hot pink fingernail.
Jack smelled clean and looked healthy with his long pink tongue lolling out of the side of his mouth.
Dean knew if he were honest with himself he'd admit he was tickled pink during those few hours that it appeared Jeffrey Byrne's body had been found.
She dressed in a pink cotton T-shirt, jeans and western boots - because that was what she wanted to wear.
Xander waited until he saw the pink creep up her face.
Her toned hourglass shape was clothed in jeans and a snug t-shirt and pink house slippers, as if she'd left home in a hurry.
Carmen was dressed in a short pink dress and white tights.
She'd been wearing pale pink, as innocent as the flowers that fell from blooming apple trees and caught in her hair.
Half the orchard was on fire while the other half rained delicate pink-white blooms from the apple trees.
I'm just tickled pink to be the relief pitcher.
Jeff doesn't make much, but we make do, and he's tickled pink to let me do the paper work.
Three pair of blue eyes stared back at her from the first stall, and tiny pink cleft muzzles lifted in a cute imitation of their mother's broken cry of joy.
This time both legs presented and then the little pink nose.
He sauntered down Main Street, the hint of a self-satisfied smirk playing across full, pink lips.
She walked to the door and pulled it open for Hannah in her straw-colored pants and light pink sweater.