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“Her eyes traveled down the black T-shirt he wore. Pfft, he might as well be naked. It clung to him like a second skin…

— Valerie Twombly

“He stands confidently in his hot pink mankini. When I told him it was the only suit left, he literally shrugged and put it…

— Krista Ritchie

“alien to him, gripped him by the balls, freezing his insides. He rubbed at his chest in an effort to alleviate the discomfort and…

— Maya Banks

“I could easily imagine him on a battlefield ripping his enemies in half with his bare hands. Throw a kilt and a broadsword across…

— Grace Goodwin

“He wiped the sweat from his face on his sleeve, squared his shoulders, and strode back into the fray. All there was to do…

— Diana Gabaldon

“He had on long swim trunks, which were dark with water and sticking to his thighs. His hair was wet and dripping into his…

— Sarah Addison Allen

“And then… Oh my. She realized why his silhouette had been off. The man was buck naked. Pressed against her. He’d swam naked from…

— Angela Quarles

“And revealed my prize. His one hand was covering his shaft but those beautiful big balls were hanging in perfect view. Curly pubic hair…

— James Cox

“His body had taken over, and he'd fought, and he'd even, in a small, strange, hidden way, enjoyed it.”

— Cassandra Clare

“...I wore his blood for clothing, on my legs and thighs and hands: a dry, stiff, brown garment with no warmth in it.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin

“He blinked at her visible honesty, at the earnestness on her face, and something inside him turned, knowing that he was the one responsible…

— Stephanie Rowe

“He was a big, bony man. Iron muscles shaped his jacket sleeves and quickly wore through new trousers. He had a way of imposing…

— Georges Simenon