Facecasts of Cut & Run (Rouxverse)

He spoke with a cultured British accent.

TGB, p. 17

Caleb was manning the bar downstairs and he greeted them wordlessly, knowing whatever he said would be lost before it got to them. He had dyed his beard jet black and shaved it into a classic split goatee, complete with pointed ends shellacked with something that made them stick out. They looked sharp enough to pierce armor. His eyes were flat black, an eerie thing since they were usually a gentle green. He had horns that appeared to be growing out of his forehead, not just sitting on a hairband or something, and they curled back and down around his ears like ram’s horns.

TGB, page 162-163

Ash was a good-looking guy: dark curls, darker eyes, tall and wiry.

TGB, p. 8

He wore a long-sleeved white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up to his wiry biceps, with black suspenders and pin-striped black trousers. His eyes were lined in heavy kohl, and when he spoke, Wyatt caught glimpses of metal on his tongue. His black hair was slicked back, long enough that it ended in riotous curls behind his ears and at the nape of his neck. He looked almost like an Old West bartender in his getup. As unusual as the total package was, it was appealing on that particular man in this particular setting. There was something very pseudo-Victorian about the whole thing.

TGB, p. 10

“Sarsaparilla.” Ash had a nice drawl that Wyatt thought may have come from the Gulf Coast, dulled by years away from home.

TGB, p. 12

He pulled the straw out and gave Wyatt a disarming smile. He had beautiful teeth, save for a small chip in one of his canines that gave him an impish quality. It was the only imperfection on his otherwise stunning face.

TGB, p. 12

Wyatt admired the way the wiry muscles in his shoulders moved under the thin white shirt. The suspenders were . . . intriguing.

TGB, p. 14

Wyatt couldn’t tear his eyes from Ash’s; their dark brown depths were nearly black in the low light.

TGB, p. 24

Ash was wearing charcoal gray trousers and a sleeveless undershirt. Burgundy suspenders highlighted the outfit. Again, it was a quirky ensemble, even without the kohl around his eyes this morning. But it suited him.

TGB, p. 38

Here in the light of day, Ash was almost better looking than Wyatt remembered, if that was possible. The sleeveless undershirt suited his lithe frame, showing off the definition of his wiry muscles, and for some reason the suspenders were growing on Wyatt.

TGB, pp. 39-40

When he concentrated hard on something, his tongue seemed to find its way out and curl around the corner of his mouth. It was endearing. Even with the tongue ring sticking through it.

TGB, p. 40

Ash hadn’t changed his clothing since Wyatt had seen him that morning, but he looked different. The heavy eyeliner was back, accenting his dark eyes, and his wavy hair had been gelled, appearing jet black and perpetually wet.

TGB, p. 49

He wasn’t wearing suspenders today, just a pair of casual black trousers and a bright red tuxedo vest over a V-neck T-shirt.

TGB, p. 60

An hour later he had showered, foraged through his kitchen, and was dressed in a pair of black track pants and a hooded LSU sweatshirt. He grabbed his keys and left, heading across the way to pick up his neighbor’s dog for a walk. Anyone who saw him in the next couple of hours would never recognize him as the man who tended bar at Gravedigger’s. His unfettered hair was curly and still damp. There was no eyeliner in sight. The only possible hint of his “true identity” was the tongue ring he’d been too lazy to change out.

TGB, p. 88

Ash was delighted when Wyatt told him to come however he wanted, and he got quite a few compliments on the steampunk-inspired outfit he pulled together.

TGB, p. 142

He had little nubs of horns under his hairline that seemed to be sprouting out of his forehead, just like Caleb’s only much smaller, and a long tail that moved with him as he danced to the music. He opened his mouth to show off his elongated canines—without any chips—and the stud in his tongue, a long black strip that held three balls and gave the impression at a glance that Ash’s tongue was forked. His clothing had an old, mottled velvet quality to it, and it seemed to fall away from him in strips but still hug close enough not to catch on his bottles. It was a brilliant outfit.

TGB, p. 163

Noah rode a motorcycle to work and his long hair was often pulled into a ponytail as he lectured. Like Wyatt, he was openly gay. And God help the poor soul who made a derogatory comment, because while Noah may have had an Ivy League degree, he also had several Krav Maga belts at home.

TGB, page 4

He was dressed in a frighteningly warlike angel outfit. His chest was bare, with leather straps crisscrossing crisscrossing it. He was wearing wings and sandals.

TGB, page 161

Noah was wearing his square black nerd glasses today, and Caleb couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from him.

TGB, page 180

At thirty-eight, he didn’t consider himself old, but he was out of ideas and out of touch with the target audience.

TGB, page 3

But the moment he’d seen Wyatt Case walk through the door, he’d been intrigued by the man’s aura. Confidence mixed with uncertainty. Intelligence countered by naiveté. Smoking hot swimmer’s body camouflaged by khakis.

TGB, page 18

The guy was cute as hell. His sandy blond hair was cut short and neat, allowing him to run his fingers through it without mussing it. He had beautiful sea-blue eyes that looked like they could cut glass. He was about the same height as Ash, maybe six feet tall, and had that whole bumbling academic with pent-up sexual frustrations vibe going.

TGB, page 19

His costume from the gala was still in his office, hanging in a bag on the back of his door. It probably wasn’t appropriately gory for a party called the Gravedigger’s Brawl, but it fit and it would do well enough. He pulled out the Confederate officer’s uniform and turned it around, inspecting it for flaws. It was a perfect replica, worthy to be worn by a museum curator in a city that had once been the capital of the Confederacy.

TGB, page 161