The little man shook his bald head.
He didn't look like a rich man, but then, what did a rich man look like?
The man on the horse!
The man stepped out and those piercing blue eyes questioned her silently from under furrowed bows.
She glanced around the room again and did a double take when she saw the man in a dark brown suit.
His life was such that no man could ever say, "Ben Franklin has wronged me."
It was the same man, she was sure of it.
Did I ever tell you that you're the most handsome man I've ever seen?
"Nonsense!" said the little man, turning red--although just then a ray of violet sunlight was on his round face.
In France there once lived a famous man who was known as the Marquis de Lafayette. When he was a little boy his mother called him Gilbert.
When the spasms passed, she turned to the man she had nearly killed... the man who had helped give her that second chance.
And this man was saying we were going to the moon in a rocket ship made of metals we hadn't even invented.
"I'll agree to that," said the man; and he stepped inside.
He said Alex was the kind of man who would crawl into bed with a woman on the first date.
"By the way," said the man with the star, looking steadily at the Sorcerer, "you told us yesterday that there would not be a second Rain of Stones.
With these words she greeted Prince Vasili Kuragin, a man of high rank and importance, who was the first to arrive at her reception.
Alex was a wealthy man - rich by her standards.
"Well, that is lucky," said the old man, smiling.
I remember him as a man of rare, sweet nature and of wide experience.
It was a strange thing for a man to say.
But in the corner, almost hidden from his fellows, one poor man was sitting who did not enjoy the singing.
"Come here," said the little man, and took her to one of the corners of the building.
It was not long until the man came with another present.
"Oh, thank you," said the man very politely.
Just then a young man stepped up.
How could a man with four million in the bank be in financial danger?
I just thought it would be fun for the man to tell the wife this for once.
The man came right to the point.
We look at antique furniture today and say, "Man, they sure don't make stuff as good as they used to."
Yancey inclined his head toward the table and the man's eyes followed, lighting up.
Bordeaux was a persuasive man with a tendency to move fast - apparently not only with women.
Two bowed his head, and the green-eyed man was gone in a sparkle of light.
He respected the man who raised me, even when I rejected my natural father.
Feeling dizzy, she stepped back and turned to the man hesitantly.
He was not a very large man, but was well formed and had a beautiful face--calm and serene as the face of a fine portrait.
They belong to the rich man who lives in the big white house there among the trees.
So he employed a wise man whose name was Al Farra to be their teacher.
Then he said to the first man, "Have you a son?"
"I have," answered the man, "--a beautiful girl."
"Why is that man lying there at this time of day?" asked the prince.
A man was placed on guard at the door to prevent interruption.
Oh, man, how dost thou forget and obstruct thy brother man, and say, "Give us this day our daily bread," when he has none!
The other was the mayor, a man with a thin sallow face and narrow beard.
One man ought to be in command, and not two.
Not like I wanted to take him away from the man who had been a Dad to him.
She wouldn't have any trouble distracting a man, that's for sure.
You mean I should try to cover up that which any man might find attractive.
Then a little man jumped out of the basket, took off his tall hat, and bowed very gracefully to the crowd of Mangaboos around him.
The little man looked toward her and seemed as much surprised as she was.
Among the watchers at Charlestown was a brave young man named Paul Revere.
So it always is--"man only is interesting to man."
One of the next arrivals was a stout, heavily built young man with close-cropped hair, spectacles, the light-colored breeches fashionable at that time, a very high ruffle, and a brown dress coat.
This man, an ex-captain of police, was saying angrily:
Alex was ten times the man Señor Medena would ever be.
Why would a good looking wealthy man move to the country, become a veterinarian and marry a country hick?
Suddenly a man appeared through a hole in the roof next to the one they were on and stepped into plain view.
"No one built them," answered the man with the star.
Lisa stared after him; unsure which was more intriguing, the man or the path.
He was getting to be quite a handsome young man.
Alex was no ordinary man.
In fact, I think Uncle Fabrice had him convinced that he couldn't sell a cheeseburger to a starving man.
Since everyone knew the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, she started with a special meal.
Found a new man?
It seems you may be romantically involved with this man.
The man glanced up and she put a hand to her throat, feeling the blood drain from her face.
Yancey noticed the movement and followed her gaze to the man.
Naturally he wouldn't say anything about his meeting with the other man.
The man told him he needed to get rid of me and Yancey told him he'd deal with me in his own way.
Nothing makes a man get mad faster.
She heard him talking to his mother and she heard his conversation with the man in the black car.
But I heard you talking to that man in the black suit when I was in the building.
Yancey was his pseudonym, and the man she had grown to love.
If it were any other man, she might think it was sexual frustration, but Brandon didn't appear to be interested in any of them.
As they climbed out of the car, a screen door squealed on the front porch and a short stocky man emerged, running a hand through graying hair.
After that, it was 'each man for himself.
I guess I'll have to make sure I marry a man who'll stay home with the children.
I hope Adrienne marries a man who will give her the help she deserves.
I guess sometimes a man doesn't show much appreciation for what he has.
I might meet some tall, dark, handsome man on the way, and you'd chase him off.
I understand, young man.
I thought I was marrying a man who had chosen a lifestyle compatible with mine.
Even at a distance it was obvious that the man was much taller and he rode with a proud kind of grace that her father never possessed.
A woman your age ought to be looking for a husband – or already married, not chasing all over creation in pants, trying to act like a man.
"I wouldn't think of acting like a man," she answered flippantly.
Women aren't supposed to assume a man's role.
Anyway, what is a man's role?
Why Pete hired you instead of a man, I'll never understand.
That wasn't the point she was trying to make, but maybe a man would never understand what she was talking about.
Men get ideas when their wives are at home trying to be everything a man expects of them.
Did some man deal you a lousy hand?
At forty he was still an attractive man, but a romantic relationship with him was the last thing on her mind.
Talking with Fritz was better than nothing, but this young man had an unusual way of thinking.
He was a good looking man, and probably expected such attention.
The confusion was partly due to the fact that everything was happening so fast and partly because she had never responded to a man that way before.
I don't know if I could ever love a man.
Marriage should be based on trust, and I'll never trust a man.
Since his back was to the danger, he was unaware when the man gunned the engine and started to drive towards him.
But Bordeaux was an unusually good-looking man - and that spelled trouble.
Cassie, if I were the type of man to run away from responsibility, would I be here right now?
She didn't want to jump into marriage with a man she hardly knew, but she didn't want to chance loosing him, either.
Sometimes that temptation can be stronger than the man - or woman.
Could she ever truly love any man?
This was the man she loved, and they were engaged.
What a wicked thought to have about the man who had risked his life to protect her - not once, but a number of times in the last few days - and with so little to gain.
He was an exceptionally handsome man.
He was everything she ever dreamed of in a man.
She had nearly married a man just like her father.
If there's one thing I don't need, it's a man telling me how to run my life.
Well, Bordeaux was just the man to help her forget it - if he'd only dedicate his attentions to Darcie.
But staying out there alone with a man?
You know that man I was telling you about - the one who comes in at exactly eight every Friday night?
Maybe you could hire on as a nanny at Old Man Taylor's ranch.
She couldn't agree with him more, but it was an unusual viewpoint for a man.
I was simply stating that I agree with the man.
She was attached to the arm of good-looking man wearing a business suit.
She caught her breath, realizing for the first time that he was actually an attractive man.
And Mr. Cade has done nothing to make me think he is anything but a normal man who simply enjoys his solitude.
I mean, he's a twenty eight year old man, for heavens' sake.
Why is it virtuous for a woman to practice chastity, and ludicrous for a man?
But it didn't fit the man she had come to know, and she wasn't about to believe it simply because he hadn't made a pass at her yet.
Such a strange man.
There's no point in being uncomfortable just so you can prove what a macho man you are.
I wasn't trying to play macho man.
It was a risky thing, lying down on the couch with a man, but this was Cade - half asleep and asking her to stay - Cade, who never asked for anything.
When had he changed from the unattractive older man she met in the diner to the good looking young man who now lay beside her?
The man she made love to last night or the recluse - Cade?
Cade was the man of her dreams, but was Mary the woman of his?
You shouldn't be cooped up with a sour old man every evening.
Could a man tell when he was her first?
He wasn't the first man she had kissed and she had never considered herself promiscuous with other men.
He was a reasonable man and she had never known him to shirk his responsibilities.
I have a man coming out here tomorrow for the job.
Who would have guessed two years ago that he would become a happily married man?
He was a man who said little, but felt a lot.
Betsy was alone on the porch but as we approached, Martha opened the screen door, her arm around a frail looking man, about five-seven, who wore an off-center toupee and a fragile smile.
I could see a man and a boy some distance away, pitching hay into a horse drawn wagon.
The poor man is exhausted.
I started to move along the sidewalk and an old man stepped out of a doorway and passed right through me!
The exchange was a stark testimony to the incongruities of man versus woman, and the pending adjustments of our marriage, looming ahead.
A kindly old man researched it for me.
While he exuded honesty and sincerity, we barely knew the man.
Say your prayers angels, here comes the boogie man down the road!
An elderly man in bib overhauls alighted and went in the building.
A man stood next to it, peeking through a slit in the vertical slats.
Howie described the car, license plate, and man in exacting detail.
Martha was angry, certainly at the perpetrator but also at the Warwick police for not summarily arresting the man and rescuing the boy.
He watched an overweight man open the trunk of his car and drag out a child-size bundle.
Howie obtained a full description of the man and his vehicle and the license plate number.
The man jogged from the house carrying the young girl.
A Colorado farm boy was found cowering from his father's wrath in the loft of a barn while a retarded Illinois ten year old was lured to the house of a local registered sex offender after being told his parents had sold him to the man.
He watched a man and woman grab Eric when he went to the bathroom and with her hand over the boy's mouth, push him into a car.
I'm not dealing with the FBI, I'm dealing with Daniel Brennan, recent man of leisure.
He detailed the man's selection of clothes and the contents of his medicine cabinet as he shaved.
The man summoned me, on Sunday, if you can believe it!
His name is Merrill Cooms, Brennan stated, sounding as if I should know the man.
She could find no negative remarks about the self-made man.
"Yes," answered an old man's voice.
Part of me was hesitant to answer but something in the old man's voice gave me confidence he possessed no untoward ambitions.
Say you're a world class swimmer and spot a drowning man.
I am a very wealthy man.
I'm an old man.
The old man and child were playing checkers in the comfortable den when a housekeeper called them to dinner.
Nothing was learned from the brief visit that contradicted what the man had said to me.
It gave Betsy and me the chance to be man and wife.
But sorry, they were as in the dark as the man on the street as to source or circumstance.
While Howie hadn't viewed the show, he was incensed at the man's attitude as described by Martha.
He provided details on the hotel, time and room number where the man allegedly stayed.
Slack off the pressure or have the poor man visit a head-guy.
The stocky man was hooded, wore a mask and was already in the room!
The man pulled up his mask enough for Howie to see a mustache and glasses but little else.
The girl remained unconscious as the man drove away.
The Delaware-Alabama man Howie just saw!
You brought our man closer to being identified than anyone else so you should kiss off any guilty feelings.
I really don't know any more than the man on the street.
It could be a man or a woman.
Quick witted Betsy laughed, and told the man who was a frequent visitor, that it looked like a childhood picture of Howie in a Halloween costume.
Our man must have spent some time digging.
I shook my head in wonder at this man.
The man was run down by a detective from After.
She was brutally murdered by the same man who killed young girls in Delaware, Alabama and several other states.
At the first hint of below freezing weather, Howie was on the job, covering everything and reading up on all preventive measures known to man.
Here in dwells an old man with whom I would like to converse.
With one leg in my house and one leg out, my man Aldo Benitez shot him.
Aldo is a big man and couldn't fit through the portal and by the time he went around to the door, the trespasser was gone.
I can only applaud this man's ability to deduce.
"That's why Mr. Cooms and his man didn't hear him," Betsy said.
I tried to think how I'd make such a request without getting Merrill Cooms' right hand man in trouble.
"The man responsible for the abduction and murder of Marcia Stonehurst in Delaware, Jennifer Morley and Deputy Sheriff Baxton in Alabama was wounded in Ohio recently," I blurted out.
Don't leave me here alone with that mad man on the loose!
The three left for the school office; Betsy, with a slight smile on her face, Molly looking excited and Julie wondering if she was dead man walking.
Let me put my man on the line.
But, alas, the danger was too great and I am a cautious man.
With luck, he'll tell us if it's our man or some local hoods trashing Julie's place.
He saw the man ride away on a bicycle!
What day did the man pick up the entries?
Did I trust this man I'd never met, enough to hand over all our identities?
But I am a patient man and the sun is shining, the brook that fronts my home on wheels is singing.
The old man looks at Howie like puss on a pudding and Howie doesn't know why; it's really tense.
A man stopped to talk to us and tried to pat Bumpus.
I was afraid he'd bite the man and I'd get in big trouble.
It scared the man.
Maybe the man owns a dog himself and Bumpus smelled the scent on him.
Beside the nurse who was busy collecting equipment, there was a man in a suit standing by the door.
Next I was shown a photograph of a chubby cheeked man about forty, with short hair and a six o'clock shadow.
You didn't tell the detective what you suspected about the man who tried to kill you?
He may be a very bad man but we won't know until we have a friend of ours check the license plate.
The old man woke with a start as the woman smiled and set aside her book.
The man spoke up.
I asked without answering the man's question.
He was much more cordial now that he was immersed in what amounted to a major man hunt.
Where was he when your man spotted him?
"No problem, Mister," an old man said.
I asked, just as a stocky bearded man dressed in a brown religious smock came out of a side door.
I'm good friends with a very troubled man.
How did the man you were discussing before dinner get caught, do you know?
If a man could be more consoling, I've not met him.
Go ahead and help the young man.
I think the man who did it may have taken my wife and a young girl.
I couldn't tell if the look he gave me was incredulity or concern but he grabbed my arm and led me outside where a suited man who must have topped six foot five was walking toward us.
A stocky man with a baseball cap visor obscuring most of his face carried Molly in his arms.
"See if you can pick them up on number six," a young man called.
The small group moved more hurriedly now and the man said something to Betsy and shoved her forward toward an emergency exit.
A civilian dressed older man stepped forward.
Incidentally, he supposedly came on the radar as a result of a tip from this man or woman everyone's read about; the so-called psychic tipster person.
John Luke Grasso is our man.
There are numerous side roads but this is becoming a massive man hunt.
There was a large man's tee shirt lying on the floor and I hurriedly put it on.
You're a truly remarkable man.
The phone rang more than a dozen times before a man with groggy voice answered.
An elegantly dressed man in his sixties identified as Assistant Director Carlton Summerfield had taken charge.
The hoard represented thousands of man hours yet all their efforts proved unsuccessful.
She has begun seeing someone; a young man who does grounds keeping work at the Country Club and is a half dozen years her junior.
He's a nice young man and I feel would make a far less labor intensive mate than Howie would have proved to be.
A young man cowers and cries, perhaps in memory long after his sister is gone.
"I can help him," a man said.
She twisted in her chair to see a man near the dark windows whose eyes were the color of her bright purple Easter dress.
He had no emotions, like a man in a Halloween mask.
The man with purple eyes knelt in front of her.
"There is a man you will meet when you are older, a man who-- " "This is low, even for you," a second man's voice said.
The second man's hand clamped on the first man's shoulder.
Something about the man made her feel safe, and the warm electricity in her body made her sleepy.
The man who spoke snatched her arms from behind and shoved her into the kitchen.
"Jonny, what are you doing here?" she demanded, pulling away from the man behind her.
"It's his initiation day," the man said.
"Do what I say, bitch, and I might not kill him!" the man named Talon snarled.
Dusty glanced at his long-time Miami Station Chief, the handsome Hispanic man who looked as severe as he was lighthearted.
Talon entered, followed by another man.
"Impressive," the man behind him said.
"Taste," Talon said, handing her arm to the silver-haired man beside him.
The blurry man lifted her other arm and bit into it.
"Your brother's … special as well," the man said.
The man was in his prime with silver hair and dark eyes, a handsome face, and a body as muscular as Talon's.
As handsome as he was, her eyes were compelled to the man beside him.
Her eyes snapped closed, her last vision that of the most striking man she'd ever seen.
Her beauty was cool and classic, like that of the man before her.
You're a good man, Darian.
"Good man," he said again.
She'd never seen a man as perfectly honed as he was.
She turned to face him, surprised to find the man who'd almost killed her earlier.
This man's look was considering, as if he were trying to memorize her features in case he needed the information in the future.
The young man's face paled even more, until he was as white as his bleached hair.
Another part of her couldn't fathom how a man colder than a sociopath could be working for the side of good.
Bianca asked, surprised the man had feelings.
Talon brought in some man to see me.
A slight man with white hair, velvety green eyes, and a fatherly smile stood in the middle of the kitchen.
Bianca jumped at the voice and peered out of the kitchen at the man named Darian.
She couldn't get over seeing a grown man acting like a teenager.
Without the scars, he was a darkly handsome man, his features heavy and masculine.
You're a handsome man, Darian.
Maybe every man out there was like Aaron, unable to commit to one woman.
If he'd been talking about any other man, she would have doubted his words.
Sensing similar distress in the man before her, she sat down.
He withdrew, not looking at the shocked man standing in the kitchen doorway.
He didn't need this type of drama, and she was too good for a man like him in her life.
He faced the man, unable to help but feel surprised to see him without scars.
The man's face was red with shame this time.
She wasn't sure what she expected when she faced him, but it wasn't the gangly young man with large, uncertain brown eyes.
The young man rose and stormed to the library door.
The door was wrenched open, and a man pointed the gun at her.
An older, harmless-looking man with white hair and beautiful emerald eyes stood near the door, holding out a phone.
"You've turned into a man overnight," she said softly, ruffling his hair.
"The Darian I remember was the strongest man I'd ever known," he said.
I believe … I hope … that man is still inside of him somewhere.
"Man or not, I still worry about you," she returned.
Jonny wouldn't listen to his nagging sister, but he'd darned well listen to a man as terrifying as Dusty could be.
He had no control of his own powers, and he'd not yet been tested in a confrontation with the man who enslaved him.
"He's a man now and a Natural," he replied.
The man hesitated before obeying.
No woman would ever be more than second to a man like that, but being the woman who was second in his world sounded better than anything else she'd ever wanted.
It was a man too familiar to be a stranger, with beautiful purple eyes, a small frame, and a face without emotion.
A man with purple eyes.
He turned to see the young man's face flushed this time with anger, his eyes glittering.
Dusty spun again and continued walking, aware of the anxious young man at his heels.
With a frown, she wondered why she'd never seen it before, why she wasted seven years trying to make things work with someone who couldn't hold a candle to the man she was meant to be with.
The young man drew away from the table.
Bianca cried, seeing the man as well.
"There's a man on the corner with a sign saying the world is going to end, but the sign's dated last year," Jule said.
She'd hoped not to lose the man she loved as well.
"You're the most unromantic man I've ever known," she said, a laugh bubbling free.
Jule drew a deep breath and faced the small, grandfatherly man with eyes the color of an Irish meadow.
After a childhood filled with foster homes, she feared getting too comfortable, even in the home of the man who adopted her twelve years ago, when she was ten.
He'd claimed someone would try to kill her, and the man they sought was here.
This had to be the man her father warned her about!
You know how to defend yourself, and you can turn even a man into a rock with your magic.
He turned, not surprised to see the small, grandfatherly man standing deeper in the alley.
She started to the table then stopped, unable to dismiss the feeling of the man's arms around her or what she'd felt when they touched.
The conversation between her father and the man who should've killed her rattled around in her thoughts as she returned to the door.
Her father said the man came to kill her, yet she was still alive.
Her father had disappeared into thin air with the body of the man he called Jule.
At last, she forced herself to lie down and tried not to think of the man named Jule, whose soul still lingered.
She still felt the man named Jule, and he was here.
That man will never bother you again, he said.
She willed herself not to think of the man named Jule trapped somewhere in the house.
She placed the medallion around her neck and admired it in the mirror, vowing not to think of the man whose presence plagued her.
Yully cracked the door open, suspecting the man named Jule was there even before she flipped on the lights.
She stared at him, not sure what to say or think about finding a man chained to her basement wall.
She wasn't sure she'd seen a man as big as he was anywhere but on the TV.
What could this man possibly know that her father needed?
The man before her looked pretty human himself, with beautiful brown eyes and a body unlike any she'd seen before.
She'd sensed more danger from her father than from the man before her.
If the man didn't freeze down there, he'd die at the hands of her father and his strange delusion that this man wanted her dead.
But this man, an enemy who had—up until now—wanted to kill her, left her feeling a little less alone.
As she crept up the stairs of the wine cellar to the kitchen, she couldn't help feeling troubled at leaving the man in the basement.
You didn't find a man chained to the wall?
That man wanted to kill you.
The man gazing back at him was wiry and lean with angled features and swirling gold eyes.
Jule sensed a great deal of turmoil behind his calm features and pitied the man.
The Darian he remembered had never been brooding or hesitant like this man.
He wasn't to that point yet, and he had to figure out just how to protect the woman from the man she considered her own father.
Damian wondered what the hell Sofi had figured out that would send the man before him into the teenage-like fit.
Yully kept her gaze on the man Jule battled until his back was to her.
Backing the car up, she watched the man with the sword drop to his knees and slowly stand.
The small car fishtailed around a curve, but she kept up the pace until she no longer saw the man in her rearview mirror.
Her father hated this man for some reason, and being near him put them both in danger.
If she had a choice of what to believe, she'd believe Jule, a man she barely knew.
She started to drive home then thought of the man she and Jule both tried to kill.
Papa, there was a man in our house who tried to kill me.
I lost it when I was running from the man with the sword.
A man with caramel skin, a woman openly armed with a gun, and a man Jule's size with unnatural golden eyes.
"Jule," the large man said.
The man named Damian still watched her.
She patted the pocket in her skirt containing the paper on which Jule had scribbled down the phone number of the towering man before her.
Damian disappeared, followed by the man named Jonny and the woman with him.
You probably never thought your father could kill a man before today.
The armory was not the collection of a wealthy connoisseur; this was the personal armory of a man accustomed to killing often.
The man in the corner was tall with eyes that swirled gold like Damian's had.
"I guess first off, is he alive?" the man called Darian asked.
Whatever had happened, the man before her was hurting still, like she did when her father hit her.
Xander didn't move like she expected a man his size to move.
Her presence would have the same calming effect on Dusty, who was the most wound-up man Jule knew.
"I'm a grown man, woman, I can take it," Jule said with a snort.
Darian had been a shell of a man when Sofi found him several months ago.
Now there was life and light in his eyes, even if he wasn't quite the man Jule remembered.
Jule, whose soul had somehow lingered in her body when she'd touched him, and who had become the only man she'd ever felt safe around.
I do, too, Jule said then motioned to the blond man.
The man before her was unwavering, and she had the impression of everything she was not and everything she needed to be whole.
But there was another reason she dared not leave her father, one she feared voicing even to the man before her.
She felt the sense of being centered for the first time in her life and knew it was because of the man before her.
She turned and gasped, staring at the large man before her.
The man looked like an ancient Greek prince with blond hair and chiseled features.
He faced the small man with glowing green eyes.
She looked down, both thrilled by the idea of an eternity with the man who made her feel whole and horrified at what her father told her.
With the rise of her anger came another emotion: gratitude for finding Jule, the one man who had accepted her.
She stared at the towering man with red eyes, not sensing him at all.
This time, he wasn't a fever-riddled man incapable of defending her.
She recognized Damian and Darian as they neared and crept closer to Jule at the sight of the strange man with red glowing eyes.
"This little thing beat you up?" the man with the chiseled features asked.
I'm okay with you running him over, the man with the cool blue eyes said.
Dusty eyed the wiry man coolly, and Damian chuckled.
And this … thing—" Damian indicated the man with red eyes "—is Charles.
"I need your man for a few minutes," Damian said.
She turned to face the small man and gasped.
She took a step back, uncertain what the man was but aware her instincts were at a scream.
"The Other had you hidden well," the man said.
The low growl drew her attention behind her, where the red-eyed man materialized beside Damian.
"She is too powerful for this realm, Damian," the green-eyed man said.
A man's face, a woman in the hospital on her death bed, their children surrounding them.
Her vision cleared, and she looked into the face of the man from her vision, though he was much younger standing before her.
He really wasn't a man of detail, which was why she was so surprised to see him working as a financial planner.
A drunk man staggered from a dark blue BMW.
As the man took her arm to help her stand, his haggard face appeared in yet another vision.
An older man with dementia left to rot and finally die in an old folks' home.
He saw the man who had called him pacing as Laney had indicated.
The middle-aged man with bright green eyes standing in his study looked harmless.
Jake cleaved in two by a maniacal man with a sword.
One of the monsters pulled off its head to reveal a man.
He was built from the same mold—large and muscular, the kind of man more fitted to military special forces or UFC prizefighting than financial planning.
The man approaching her had nearly reached her, and she huddled into a tighter ball.
If the men around her were predators, the man who entered next was their alpha.
He was not a pretty boy but a man with rugged, bad-boy beauty and a slow sensuality about his movement that made her heart skip a beat despite her pain.
His command was quiet and firm, but Sofia knew no man in the room would disobey a man like him.
"Han, bring up some food," he said without turning to look at the blond man in the doorway.
Sofia was afraid to ask where she was, who the man was before her.
Instead, she watched a man many, many times her strength gently clean the blood from her arm in unhurried, methodical strokes.
Here she sat, covered in blood, drugged, one day from being all out crazy, then kidnapped—and the sight of the man before her turned her on.
He was the sexiest man she'd ever seen, and the swirling aura of command only amplified his physical appeal.
The monster in the corner of her mind was a man, shrouded in darkness.
She collapsed onto her bed and sobbed, the man in the corner sobbing with her.
His scent drove her body wild, the mix of sweat, darkness, and man.
She'd had never felt overwhelmed by a man before, and she'd certainly never been a woman who felt weak-kneed!
She'd never seen a man so strong, and she couldn't imagine talking to him without remembering how beautiful that body was.
It made no sense, but neither did the sudden craving for peanut butter that dragged her to the kitchen, where yet another man she wanted to avoid was lounging.
He dialed and spoke in a different language to the man on the other end.
She turned, startled to find the man in front her of the same make and mold as Damian's men.
One was of medium height and slender, an older man with sharp green eyes the color of forest moss who seemed out of place in the middle of the room.
The man in the executioner's hood left while Jilian, the man with midnight hair and eyes, approached.
She blinked, shocked when he walked through the man with the green eyes as if he weren't there.
The man in the corner of her mind stopped clawing at the edges of her thoughts and chose that moment to speak to her.
Han was as big as the man before her, and if he feared him … Damian's gaze swept over her.
The man in her head just wouldn't leave her alone.
Han stayed with her, not moving until two Guardians—a raven-haired man with a quick smile and a brooding blond—approached.
"Ikira, I'm honored," the dark-haired man said with a bow and a thick Spanish accent.
He turned to see the small man with bright green eyes that glowed in the moonlight.
He studied the small man infatuated with his phone.
Maybe he had a harem of women at his beck and call, but she couldn't see herself with any other man.
While his form was large enough to be a man the size of Damian's Guardians, his voice was terrified and gravelly, as if he hadn't ever spoken to anyone.