She surfaced at the other end, mahogany hair plastered to her head, a flash of teeth and eyes.

A cracked light from the dome cast an orange band across his mahogany hair.

Ethan's blue-gray eyes settled again on the crown of her beautiful mahogany hair.

For once it looked as though he'd made an attempt to control his thick mahogany hair, but the effort was just short of having been wasted.

Another sniff, then she smoothed a wisp of mahogany hair back into place.

As she neared, he saw clear features beneath high-piled mahogany hair.

The light glowed off mahogany hair as she moved, and this evening her eyes were almost green.

Her mahogany hair shimmered with red and gold fire.

Her face was turned toward him, her mahogany hair splayed across the pillow like a river of fire.

She was very beautiful, with shoulder-length mahogany hair, fine bones and a different manner.