The first glimpse of his naked chest had her blinking in surprise. She’d seen her share of half-naked bodies—models had no qualms about undressing for quick changes during shows and fittings—but the man standing in front of her looked like he belonged in a museum. Someone had sculpted his torso out of stone and chiseled each and every abdominal muscle to pure and utter perfection. His strong arms and even stronger, more muscular legs rounded out the athletic god’s build and had her mouth watering.
~from Island Ice
Razors Ice Series, Book 6