Madame Restell looked at me sharply from beneath dark-dyed gleaming curls.

Beneath loose blonde curls, her forehead wrinkled deeply.

Beneath daisy-yellow curls, merry moss-green eyes twinkled from within a perfect little heart-shaped face.

Her face was pale and waxen beneath dark curls.

He kissed the arch where her skin disappeared beneath sweet curls.

"I love you," she whispered, slipping her hands inside his shirt, sliding her fingertips over the pebble-hard nipples hidden beneath silky black curls.

Staring at the creamy expanse of her shoulders beneath exotically piled curls the color of a dark blaze, the bare arms, plunging neckline, Brock felt the foundation of his self-control shake.

Her head tilts forward, exposing the elegant curve of her neck and a large pearl earring suspended from a blue ribbon beneath tight blond curls.

Beneath sparse curls the colours of metal beginning to rust, her small face looked drawn together by concern.

And Mr. Hurt, hidden beneath long reddish curls and thick black glasses, needn't have tried so hard to convince an audience that he isn't a handsome American movie star.