Take a look at those eyes Thursday!

Today we're focusing on a different aspect of male anatomy which is the one that most women claim to notice first. That being those windows to the soul, the eyes.

Whether blue or green, black, brown, or hazel, you can't deny that they get our attention. A man may have no other attribute worth mentioning, but if he's got the right eyes and the right expression, well, we ladies will turn to mush in a heartbeat!

For today's entry into the Bedroom Eyes catalog, we must thank our own Exotic Erotic Expert, Leslie. This is Kostas Martakis, a popular Greek singer from Athens. His eyes are just the shade of blue I envisioned for Tychar in Rogue.

Most of my heroes have had some pretty fabulous peepers. So far I've done black eyes for Cat, blue eyes for Tychar, golden eyes for Leo, and yellow eyes for Lynx. My next two heroes, however, both have eyes of green. Trag, whom many of you already know, will be taking center stage in Hero, but before that, you'll be meeting Manx in Fugitive, who has black hair and emerald green eyes.

I haven't talked much about Fugitive yet, but it's coming up soon. I scheduled an appointment today for three months from now, which would make it right before Thanksgiving. I'll have started on another book by then, either that or I'll be working on revisions to Hero--and there are ALWAYS revisions!--but after Thanksgiving comes Christmas and New Year's and Fugitive will be out.

I'm not looking forward to writing the million or so blogs to promote it (perhaps I should start now!) but my holiday season will be spent promoting a book that isn't Christmas themed at all, but rather takes place on a jungle planet where the natives are vegetarians and no weapons are allowed. Sound like a safe place for a fugitive Zetithian to hide out? Maybe, but you know those damned Nedwuts; they don't follow anyone's rules.

My heroine in this one is Drusilla, a wildlife painter who visits Barada Seven to paint the waterfowl. Imagine her surprise when she takes up temporary residence in a house by a beautiful lake and meets Zef, the tough-talking lake-dwelling eltran who just happens to be friends with Manx, the elusive fugitive of the jungle.

There's a little of Tarzan in Manx, but a whole lot of panther, too. He's very stealthy and secretive, having been on the run from the Nedwuts for twenty years or more. Manx has stowed away on ships bound for new worlds and has tried to live a normal life wherever he winds up, but the last time the nasty beasts nearly caught him, and now he's doing his best to remain hidden.

Until he sees Drusilla and catches a whiff of her intoxicating scent. Suddenly, his intention to keep his distance evaporates and the game of cat and mouse that ensues is fun, exciting, and very sexy.

But there are dangers on Barada Seven that have come from different worlds, and Drusilla isn't the only one searching for Manx. She has some stiff competition, and in the race to find the last known Zetithian, the winner takes all. . . .