“I glanced over my shoulder and saw him standing in the doorway of the hall, staring right at me. It was the boorish Viking.” — S.T. Bende Copy Share Image
“A shock of tousled, blond hair rested atop an exquisitely-sculpted face. He had eyes as blue as a cloudless sky, cheekbones as chiseled as… — S.T. Bende Copy Share Image
“Oops. My cheeks flushed as I looked down, now seeing the bold letters painted on the street, directing me to LOOK RIGHT. Oh well,… — S.T. Bende Copy Share Image
“He dropped to one knee and drew in an uneven breath. The corner of his mouth twitched in a nervous half-smile, and he rubbed… — S.T. Bende Copy Share Image
“Although Mormor had done her darndest to raise a lady, right then I was entertaining some very unladylike thoughts.” — S.T. Bende Copy Share Image
“I should have been offended he was using me, but he was just so good looking,” — S.T. Bende Copy Share Image
“You know, I had a course with him last semester. It turned out to be my favorite subject.” “Oh? What subject?” “Don’t recall,” she… — S.T. Bende Copy Share Image
