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He smelled vaguely of cigars and alcohol.

—Jacquelyn Benson, Empire of Shadows

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He was there. Impossibly close. She was certain. A breath grazing her jaw. A muscled chest. The scent of leather and crisp cotton.

—Mary E. Pearson, The Courting of Bristol Keats

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He nudged her playfully with his arm, forcing her to notice how solid it was and sending a waft of his attractive spicy cologne up her left nostril.

—Virginia Heath, Never Rescue a Rogue

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He's close. Too close. He smells of pine and rain and sweat and, Plagues, I need to distract myself.

—Lauren Roberts, Powerless

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He smelled like mint and men's body wash.

—Renee Carlino, Swear on this Life

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His scent invaded the space, and she sucked in a breath of mint and something wintry, like the smell of a fresh layer of snow on salty cliffs.

—Sophia St. Germain, A Tongue so Sweet and Deadly

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He smells...infuriatingly good. Like sandalwood and spice and man.

—Ashley Lynn East, The Nemesis Pact

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The moment I'm close enough, his cologne hits me—a warm, woodsy scent, like a forest after rain.

—Lola Lockhart, Seeds of Love

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It smelled heavenly. Masculine. Fresh, earthy moss and damp cedar. Old, tanned leather with a peppery musk. It smelled like my beloved forest. It smelled like home.

—Penn Cole, Spark of the Everflame

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He stalked a little closer and the clean, enticing scent of him reached me, like cypress trees in the rain.

—Caroline Peckham and Susanne Valenti, Eternal Reign

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The fresh, expensive scent of him overpowered the staler odors of the carriage.

—Kerrigan Byrne, Dancing with Danger

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He pulls me against his chest and I can smell the leather of his vest, the aftershave he always douses himself in, and the smell that just is Dean Lawler.

—Jessica Ames, Snared Rider

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I hated smoking, but weirdly, the smell of nicotine mixed with the scent of him which was almost cedarwood-like with an undernote of vanilla, made me breathe him in.

—Eve L. Mitchell, Ruthless Heart

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I'm practically swimming in the huge sweatshirt, but I don't care, because it feels like a warm hug as it envelopes me with his residual body heat and the smell of cedar and soap.

—Lisa Ling Blackeney, Freak

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He smelled like fabric softener, the citrus fruit he'd put in my bedroom, and something deep and mysterious I had no name for.

—Jenna Levine, My Roommate is a Vampire

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It's a pity that I smell foul to Moreland, because his blood is nice. Engulfing. Healthy and earthy and a bit rough.

—Ali Hazelwood, Bride