How to use Hers in a sentence
She held hers up for him to see.
His feelings for her were as genuine as hers for him.
The voice was not hers.
Yet he too was an excellent dancer - or maybe everyone's dancing skills were so much better than hers that it only appeared so to her.
His warm lips found hers as he pulled her close.Advertisement
A friend of hers who is a florist asks if she can advertise on the site.
Did you ever read hers?
I heard about that affair of hers at the time.
She had created this problem and now it was hers to face alone.
As his fingers laced through hers, she opened her eyes and found Alex watching her.Advertisement
She used a few combs to pull hers into a French bun.
His solemn gaze searched hers for a moment before he spoke.
Have you any letters of hers?
His face was above hers, the blue eyes tender and searching.
His gaze lifted to hers and he smiled as he noted the rising color in her cheeks.Advertisement
He was at least equally intrigued by hers.
Carmen climbed off Alex's lap and took Destiny's soft little hand in hers.
Instead, he assisted her, his lips seeking hers urgently all the while.
His big hand engulfed hers gently, yet his grip was strong.
Finally, his intent gaze left the glass and found hers.Advertisement
His hand fell away, but hers remained.
His somber gaze met hers and then drifted to her lips.
He pulled her close in an embrace, his lips warm against hers in response to her silent query.
She rested one hand on his upper arm and surrendered her other to a hand that engulfed hers.
His gaze searched hers.Advertisement
She combed Destiny's hair into pig tails, and then on impulse, did the same with hers.
But then; he insisted those things were also hers.
Alex reached across the table and put his hand over hers.
His gaze lifted to hers.
He lifted his gaze to hers.Advertisement
Finally his gaze came to rest on hers.
He nodded, the topaz eyes probing hers suspiciously.
His hostile gaze met hers.
His troubled gaze held hers.
Instead, her fingers slid across the smooth muscles and up to his neck, drawing his mouth down harder on hers.Advertisement
Only this time his lips left hers and wandered to her neck, sending her heartbeat into frenzy.
Betsy took his hand in hers.
Howie must have come up to her as his voice replaced hers.
A part of her still longed for him, to smell him and feel his skin against hers.
And yet, she couldn't forget what she'd seen him doing-- drinking another woman's blood as Talon did hers!Advertisement
She wore an oversized shirt and boxer shorts, neither of which was hers.
She loved his scent, the feel of his hard, warm body against hers.
He touched her face, and she took his hand in both of hers.
He lowered his hand and took one of hers.
She glanced down and realized she couldn't return home in clothing that was plainly not hers.Advertisement
That Damian was capable of the same level of violence as these men reminded her that this world was nothing like hers.
He reached for her, but his scarred hand passed through hers, as if all that remained of him was a ghost of the man he'd been.
His body was warm against hers, and she resisted the urge to wrap her arms around him.
His warm lips met hers, and she opened her eyes, surprised.
He suspected it was because the same mettle lining Dusty's backbone lined hers.Advertisement
Her thoughts weren't entirely hers.
His solid body was on top of hers yet unattainable.
The feel of the hot skin of his chest against hers made her groan.
She surprised him by taking his hand in hers.
It was almost twice the size of hers.
Maybe she imagined his hand squeezing hers.
His eyes fixed on hers and his mouth twitched.
His hand slipped under hers, his palm making warm contact with hers, and then his fingers found their way to lace with hers.
For a moment his hand lay there, and then he squeezed hers.
It quickly returned to hers and then he smiled.
His intent gaze found hers, but he made no attempt to write.
His gaze finally left hers and he nodded.
The heat of his body sank through her clothes, and the idea of his hot skin pressed to hers made her lower belly burn.
This place had been hers.
My first guess would be hers.
It looked like a cat scan of a brain, but it wasn't hers.
She relaxed, leaning into his kiss – enjoying the full length of his body against hers.
His hand covered hers.
Xander's reflexes were faster than hers.
Hers was a cool beauty, and her gaze bespoke intelligence.
He took her hand in his and leaned forward, allowing his forehead to rest against hers.
Would it be as strong as hers had been to Gabriel, where she'd ached for him to touch her, no matter how little sense it made?
His body was solid and strong, the sensations of his skin against hers and his scents intoxicating her.
She rested her cheek against his, and they breathed the same air, his steady and hers erratic.
His canines were four times the length of hers.
His head was bowed near hers, eyes closed, as if he was…pleased to share the moment with her.
Nothing in the living room was hers.
He lowered his head and nudged hers aside, nipping at her neck.
Deidre pulled his head to hers and kissed him long and hard.
He withdrew and pressed his cheek to hers.
Jennifer, forced to husband her limited shots, took more time with hers as well.
I created one by implanting part of my soul into hers.
She was lost for a moment in the sensations of his warm hand clasping hers.
Darkyn's gaze never left hers.
She loved the feel of his warm skin against hers and breathed in his scent deeply.
He took her arm with one of the hands that had explored every part of her body – or the body he thought was hers - not even a few hours before.
She took the hand he rested on her forehead into both of hers.
He had paid for the car and told her it was hers.
His dark gaze searched hers.
He met her half the distance and folded her in a warm embrace, his lips seeking hers briefly.
He put his hands on her shoulders and his troubled gaze met hers.
He jerked the robe from her hand and pulled her close in an intimate embrace, forcing his lips down on hers hungrily.
She grinned, pretending it was all hers.
She found herself comparing him to the stranger, whose body had molded around hers, as if he was made for her and no one else.
He'd always had a morbid sense of humor, like hers.
They rode back to Atlanta in silence, hers distraught, his pensive.
Deidre accepted hers but hesitated to drink it.
When she awoke, it was to find the face of the boy, Toby, hovering over hers.
He was already approaching her and stopped just before his body met hers.
He leaned against the counter beside her, his arm touching hers.
His arms circled hers, and he drew her against him.
His heartbeat was as steady as the tide, his strength needed when hers was fading.
Gabriel wasn't getting his hopes up, let alone encouraging hers.
She stood, her bearing regal and her walk smooth, without the cheerful bounce Deidre had in hers.
Toby's address was listed as hers.
His sweater, jeans, and trench coat were all of high quality with his heavy boots dwarfing her feet as hers did Toby's.
He spun her to face him and pulled her against him with one arm while his other took hers to the side for a waltz pose.
She shook the thoughts away, suspecting they weren't hers.
He wondered what hers was, and if it was the same gift of treachery that had doomed Lilith.
He released her without another word, and she curled onto her side, weeping not only for the bizarre world she'd entered but from the realization she'd never, ever, ever return to hers.
He chuckled and lowered her onto the bed, his body atop hers.
She closed the door behind them in the massive bedchamber that was hers and whirled.
She left the bathroom light on and returned to her bed, chilled by the drafty chamber that was now hers.
No child of hers would end up like Rhyn—tormented, rejected, and abused!
Toby had tons of them in his small bedchamber off hers.
Unless … you gave up your bond but she didn.t give up hers.
You were her mate, and Toby was hers.
All the men on Romas's planet were larger than those on hers.
Her movement upset his balance again, and he shifted twice before finally allowing his knees to drop beside hers.
One of those distant suns was hers, and maybe, one of those distant suns might be Kiera's.
Her thoughts and actions are hers alone.
She turned a few more pages, until he rested a hand on hers to keep her from turning.
She savored the feel of his body against hers, unable to deny what she felt toward him and terrified he'd never feel the same.
But she's taking hers much more seriously.
If this husband of hers is abusive and traced her charge slip to Bird Song that quickly, he means business.
It's as if she's sharing hers with me.
Belfair watched, a sneering smile painted on her beautiful face, revenge was hers, as Jership the Terrible crashed in a bloody heap on the rocks below.
He remained motionless, wondering if she could possibly have left hers and Ryland's room nearly next to his without hearing them.
Maybe the Shiptons had a matched pair, like his and hers?
He handed Sarah hers, sat close, and put his arm around her, planting a gentle kiss on her temple.
We have been through more together than you could possibly imagine, and through it all Sarah has been my rock, and I hers.
He had never seen a woman with an appetite like hers, yet found it heartwarming for some reason.
As he handed Consuelo hers, he gave her a peck on the cheek, "You are one smokin' hot Belle."
Maybe it was never on his mind - only hers.
She stretched as far as she could and laced her fingers behind his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers again.
Alex took her hand as they started up the wooden ramp, and laced his fingers through hers.
She glanced up at him and he pressed his warm palm against hers.
When his lips found hers, the world ceased to exist around them.
Pressing against him, she forced his lips down on hers.
He took her in his arms then, and his lips were warm on hers.
Hearing his voice did something to hers.
The soft chocolate gaze met hers and the smooth lips tipped up slightly at the corners.
His hand found hers under the table and he laced his fingers through hers.
His lips pressed warmly against hers briefly and then he drew back to look into her eyes.
Elise had said the PMF soldiers were fighting alongside hers, and that they'd seen soldiers in Western uniforms.
In a blink, she was pinned on top of his warm body, his arms locked around her and his muscular legs wrapped around hers.
She squirmed in objection, and his body adjusted around hers in response.
Pressing her thumb to her door, she realized there was light lining the windows of the condo beside hers.
The condo's layout was the same as hers, and she found the bathroom where she expected.
She's got something in that head of hers.
Tim drew a deep breath and sat in the chair beside hers.
Both drank their coffee black and although both took a doughnut, Mrs. Byrne simply picked at hers, lifting the tiniest of crumbs with dampened fingertips.
Reaching her side, he squatted close to her, his head almost level with hers.
No matter what happened to his relationship or hers, there was no going back now.
For a moment she let her imagination dwell on the feel of that lean body against hers.
His amused gaze met hers.
He didn't falter, and when his lips met hers, she melted in his arms.
In that moment the storm was forgotten as she waited breathlessly for his lips to touch hers.
His gaze left the field and found hers.
When his fingers laced through hers and his palms pressed her hands against the wall next to her face, his kisses became ardent.
His intent gaze was fixed on hers.
Taking both his hands in hers, she focused on his intent gaze.
His gaze came back to hers.
He told her to stay away from his house, but he didn't say anything about hers, so when she needed a picture that was in her house, she decided to make a quick trip over and get it.
His expression was sober, his delicious chocolate gaze fixed on hers.
His hand slipped down to hers and captured it.
His other hand held hers as if it were a rare butterfly.
His hand caressed hers and pressed it to his chest.
His hand covered hers gently.
His gaze met hers for a moment, his expression unreadable.
Sliding her hand inside his shirt collar, she worked it around to the back of his neck, pulling his lips down hard on hers.
She moaned involuntarily and his lips returned to hers.
Hers had never been on time – never the same and sometimes even skipped.
Mealtime talk was a mixture of his day at the clinic and hers shopping.
The fork paused half way to his mouth, his startled gaze meeting hers.
He watched her all the while, and when she leaned forward to place his plate in front of him, his sultry gaze lifted to hers.
Forking more sweet potatoes from his plate, he paused, lifting his gaze to hers.
It was way too early in their marriage to consider any of that money hers.
She reached up, sliding her hand behind his neck and drawing his face down to hers.
His expression was guarded when he lifted his gaze to hers.
She covered his hands with hers and gazed up into those delicious chocolate pools.
His arms rested loosely on her waist, his hands holding hers captive.
She leaned her head back on his shoulder and released a deep contented sigh, smiling as his hands released hers and lifted to her bodice.
His hand covered hers warmly and then he caressed her arm.
The smile faded from his lips as his gaze held hers.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew his mouth down to hers.
Mums sat down at the table and put a hand over hers.
On the other side of the pool was the fallen sycamore tree where Alex had made his decision to buy the land adjoining hers.
His hand closed over hers.
His lips brushed hers lightly.
When his lips sought hers again they were warm and demanding.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled his head down to hers.
Finally he squeezed her hand, his gaze holding hers.
More than likely his mind was going a mile a minute like hers was.
He stopped pacing and his gaze met hers.
He placed his hand over hers.
His tormented gaze met hers.
Hers was the kind of beauty that made a man notice her in a crowd full of beauties, or a god spot her from others gathered in his orchard for a celebration of his twenty-seventh birthday.
She stopped finally in front of the dwelling that had been hers.
The names of her mate and her daughter were written beside hers.
The familiar words in her thoughts were chanted in a voice that wasn't hers.
Jenn ignored him and went to the punching bag she'd adopted as hers.
She went to the bedroom without a door that had been hers until she took up her spot sleeping in the foyer.
Jonny's bathroom was four times the size of hers.
With a complexion like hers, he was often mistaken as her brother, a similarity they'd used in the past to keep people from finding out she was Damian's mate.
She touched the two names beside hers.
She wasn't going down the path Xander said was hers.
She'd sparred with Darian hundreds of times and never noticed the way he smelled or the heat of his body against hers.
She didn't think she'd fall asleep with the thoughts of her family and Darian's body close enough to make hers tingle with more than warmth.
She could think of nothing more than his bare skin against hers, of the feel of his muscles beneath her fingers.
Jonny wasn't trained in reading minds; his entrance into hers was like taking a machete to a piñata.
His body brushed hers as he moved deeper into the cave, and he took her cold hands.
She wielded it well, but it usually meant the choice was never really hers.
Sirian's gaze returned to hers, and the two exchanged a look that made the hair on the back of Taran's neck rise once more.
Taran dwelled on their words and hers.
He expressed no emotion, simply dropped his eyes to hers once more.
If her people asked for proof that they mated, they would see his arm but nothing on hers.
His body was hot and solid against hers.
Taran touched her face before dropping his hand to hers.
She wanted to thank him for all his years of caring for her, for being the father hers was not.
He felt each arrow as if it punctured his body instead of hers.
He rested his forehead against hers, and they breathed the same air.
She fluttered butterfly kisses across his face, thrilled at the heat and strength of his body so near hers.
When his gaze returned to hers, she was smiling – enjoying the attention.
She set one steaming cup on a coaster beside him and placed hers on the window sill.
She tipped her head back, inviting his lips to join hers.
He guided her closer, his lips seeking hers in hungry response.
When hers started, she took Alex by the hand and led him to the dance floor.
The feel of his body against hers was exciting.
Lifting her chin for his affection, she forced his lips down to hers.
His arms pressed her closer, his smooth lips seeking hers in ardent pleasure.
When his lips left hers, they seared a hot trail down her neck and onto her breast.
His gaze lifted and fixed on hers.
Aaron offered a hand to Carmen, his gaze meeting hers in a shy way and then slipping away as he gave a canned salutation.
His gaze followed hers and he lifted a brow in inquiry.
How could she say he was irresponsible when she had left hers out in a storm?
When Alex didn't respond, Carmen nudged his foot under the table with hers.
He absently swirled the iced tea in his glass as his gaze finally met hers.
His gaze held hers for a moment, and when he spoke, his tone was injured.
Hers wasn't working out all that well right now.
When he was seated, he turned to an apprehensive Alondra and put a hand over hers.
Alex nodded, his expression solemn, his dark gaze locked on hers.
His lips left hers briefly and then he whispered softly against her neck.
His arms slipped around her waist, hands capturing hers.
His gaze penetrated hers.
Finally his gaze returned to hers.
When his arms surrounded her, she slid her arms up and around his neck, pulling his lips down on hers.
Carmen met his gaze, a twinkle in hers, but said nothing.
Carmen was as concerned about his safety as he was hers, but she had never tried to discourage him from doing anything.
The safari was his dream, not hers.
The safari was as much his responsibility as hers.
If Dad had sent the man, his next four weeks weren't going to be as relaxing as hers.
His warm hands covered hers and she could feel the hardness of his chest muscles on her back as he guided her arms in a smooth swing.
She glanced up at his face - so close to hers - and her pulse quickened.
His gaze met hers as he assisted her toward the car.
And then his lips were warm on hers, seeking and finding emotions she never knew she possessed.
He took her chin in his hand and his dark sober gaze sought hers.
As he worked his way back up her neck, her heart pounded wildly - and then his lips were on hers, warm and questioning.
His dark gaze met hers sternly.
He shook his head, his dark eyes mocking hers.
He sucked in his breath, his dark gaze probing hers.
Justin's world was completely different than hers.
From the corner of her eye she saw them approach, but the amber gaze held hers in its intoxicating grip.
She slipped her arms around his neck and drew his mouth down to hers.
His lips were warm, and they sought hers eagerly.
If the immortal world posed a threat to hers now, it might again in the future.
Her heavy boots trampled one of his feet, and he pried his from beneath hers.
After her come-to-Jesus moment with Jonny, he'd left a further reminder in the form of a letter that awaited her on the pillow beside hers when she woke.
The knife wasn't like hers – dull enough she had to saw through things with effort.
Her breath caught at the direct contact of their bodies and the effect it had on hers.
She wanted to commiserate with the horse's assistant, who seemed as awkward in his role as Jessi felt in hers.
Xander, your head needs to be level with hers.
His chest rested against hers, and he nudged her thighs a part with a knee.
His breathing synced with hers, until they breathed the same air at the same pace.
Hers was … …sitting on the counter next to the iPad.
Irritated she was too flustered to leave it, Jessi searched until she found hers.
Xander's ability was far weaker than hers, but he was able to see certain parts of another's path when in their minds.
He ignored her and wrapped his hand around hers.
The sight of his thick, roped arm next to hers reminded her of their difference in sizes.
His lips brushed hers.
Disappointed but knowing she needed to walk away, she resisted the urge to pull his face down to hers for a kiss.
Xander's body moved behind hers, resting lightly against her in a way that ratcheted up her pulse.
His thigh was against hers, his large frame taking up most of the bench.
Maybe the level of discomfort he experienced about having something in his life not fully under his influence was what Jenn attributed as fear in hers.
She reached up and pulled his face to hers.
Jessi sighed as his warm, solid body settled over hers.
She took his hand with both of hers and nodded.
The memory of the words and how sweet he was last night made her ache, as much because she turned her back on him as it was because she wanted to feel his naked body against hers.
Sucking up the thoughts of those around him, Xander was pissed he wasn't able to determine what hers were.
When he lifted his head, her thoughts were too addled for her to focus on anything more than the sensations of the body against hers.
He rested his forehead against hers.
Jessi fluttered kisses across his face, ignoring the tears on hers.
He on his part was more and more repelled by a superior woman determined to live her own intellectual life, and she on hers discovered that she was mated, if not to a clown, at least to a hobereau whose whole heart was in his cattle and his turnips.
Each great personage had a major domus - the queen had hers, the king his; and since the royal house was called the palace, this officer took the name of "mayor of the palace."
Monogamy was the rule, and a childless wife might give her husband a maid (who was no wife) to bear him children, who were reckoned hers.
The " Niagara " landed her end in Trinity Bay, Newfoundland, on the 5th of August, while on the same day the " Agamemnon" landed hers at Valentia.
On the continent of Europe the dispensing of prescriptions is confined to pharmacists (pharmaciens and apothe- hers).
Hers was one of the most touching tragedies of the Revolution; she perished because she was the sister of the king.
As the great nature-goddess, the attributes of fertility and reproduction are characteristically hers, as also the accompanying immorality which originally, perhaps, was often nothing more than primitive magic. As patroness of the hunt, later identification with Artemis was inevitable.
The living force of development in the Latin Church was symbolized in her garments; the stereotyped orthodoxy of the Greek Church in hers.
His apartments in the palace adjoined those of the empress, and his liveries, furnitures and equipages were scarcely less costly than hers.
Stephen became by the shifting fortune of war a prisoner, and the empress Matilda might, if she had had the wisdom to favour the citizens, have held the throne, which was hers by right of birth.
Eight years later, on the 1st of August 1896, the bounties offered by the governments of Germany and Austria-Hungary were approximately doubled, and France had a bill in preparation to increase hers correspondingly, although it was computed that they were even then equivalent to a grant of 3, 5s.
Mary's party in September 1568 declared that they were garbled, and that the handwriting was not hers.
It was a far cry from New Orleans to Quebec. If France could link them by a chain of settlements and shut in the English to their narrow strip of Atlantic seaboard there was good promise that North America would be hers.
The department is intersected by torrents belonging to the Garonne basin - the Salat, the Arize, which, near Mas d'Azil, flows through a subterranean gallery, the Ariege and the Hers.
If he had married Miss Welsh, his life, as well as hers, would have been very different.
The letters to Voltaire attributed to her are not hers, and were probably composed for her by Andrei Shuvalov.
She will be queen of all her subjects, and would have all the parties and distinctions of former reigns ended and buried in hers."' Her motive for getting rid of the Whigs was not any real dislike of their administration, but the wish to escape from the domination of the party,' and on the advent Ibid.
Again, various non-Hellenic divinities were identified with Artemis, and their cult gradually amalgamated with hers.
Their soil is primarily as fertile as hers.
She was the queen of fashion in a society where corruption blossomed luxuriantly and exquisitely, and in a century of wit hers was second to none.
Such unions as hers with James Hamilton were long not uncommon in the West Indies.
The dark gaze held hers a moment.
Come to think of it, she might be able to claim it wasn't hers this time.
His hands slipped from hers, sliding down her neck and into her blouse - so warm and gentle.
Since Destiny was with them, they set hers aside.
His inquisitive gaze met hers, likely sensing something amiss.
Nothing she had seen so far led her to believe SeÃ±or Medena was the type who asked for advice - least of all, hers.
When his gaze finally came back intently on hers, he concluded; "Heritage."
His head bent down and warm lips claimed hers in a kiss that questioned her interest.
His persistence was taking its toll, and when his lips found hers again, she responded involuntarily.
His face was over hers, his body crushing her into the sand.
His words made too much sense - his body so close to hers was warm and inviting.
Lacing his fingers through hers, his palms touched hers â€“ so warm and exciting.
His lips found hers in an ardent kiss.
One of the men was in plain sight in the middle of the condo opposite hers, waiting on the other.
Thoughts of his sweaty body poised above hers made her want to swoon for the first time in her life, and her core ached so much from the vision that she gripped the handrail.
He growled, a sound that made his chest vibrate against hers in a way not remotely human.
Darkyn's face hovered next to hers.
He opened the door wider to display a chamber the same size as hers but outfitted as if for a hospital.
The sight of Darkyn's lean frame was enough for her blood to heat before his piercing gaze caught hers from across the room.
His head was bowed near hers, eyes closed, as if he wasâ€¦pleased to share the moment with her.
Standing between the men who could claim her as a mate at some point in the past week, she was caught in the need to taste Darkyn and the desire to have the love of an Immortal whose heart was never hers to start out with.
He took her arm with one of the hands that had explored every part of her body â€“ or the body he thought was hers - not even a few hours before.
As his hands pulled her bare stomach against him, his warm lips covered hers, preventing any possibility of response.
Far from the romantic scene she had rehearsed in her mind, his hungry gaze sought hers in a naked quest.
The events of the last few months had made him acutely aware of mortality â€“ specifically his and hers.
She needed to feel his bare body against hers, ached for his hot hands to brand her as his.
The feel of his warm skin against hers thawed her resistance, teased her with the image of his naked body against hers.
I had two and you had three and the fat lady down the hall had four, so then I got hers and that mean man.s pillows.
No child of hers would end up like Rhynâ€”tormented, rejected, and abused!
Unless â€¦ you gave up your bond but she didn.t give up hers.
There were whispered conversations about moneyâ€”hers, Dean presumedâ€”followed by excited talk of the man driving up from some obscure New Mexico town to meet her at Bird Song.
His pupils dilated and transfixed on hers as he commanded, "You want more than anything to be with me."
The feeling of his bare body against hers terrified her; he was strong enough to do what Donovan had not!
Her soft, forlorn words sounded like a farewell. "This is killing me," he muttered. He strode to her, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her. She yielded more easily in the dream than she ever had in real life. Her soft, warm lips welcomed him hungrily, and he lost himself in her sweet musk, warm skin and honeyed taste. He didn't want to leave; he wanted to spend the rest of his life making love to her on the beach. He wanted to feel his skin pressed against hers and for her to run her fingers through his hair before scraping her nails down his back. He wanted to take her every way he could imagine, until they lay spent and panting on the beach, until nothing but their entwined bodies and souls remained of their world.
His lips caressed hers and the hand began its assent again, the thumb catching under the suit, lifting it to expose the bottom of her breast.
She relaxed, leaning into his kiss â€“ enjoying the full length of his body against hers.