He was a shock-headed young man with a red face and a hot brown eye.

He had hot black eyes, but there was no heat in his voice.

She turned her hot, dark eyes on me and I looked away.

This time he didn't say a word, just looked at her from hot, angry eyes.

I was still staring at the hot black eyes when a door opened far back under the stairs.

The old man with the hot red eyes was gone.

Hands were held out, and hot, envious eyes watched them.

The hot eyes looked into the nun's for a moment, and then hurried away.

Her eyes hot as she looked beyond the body to Ziantha.

Fire shot through him, and he stared at her with hot, suggestive eyes.