“He pressed the blade of his sword into the ground. As he pulled his arm over his head for a stretch, a bead of sweat trickled down his neck and over a row of muscles on his stomach. I swallowed… — Stacey O'Neale Copy Share Image
“He pressed the blade of his sword into the ground. As he pulled his arm over his head for a stretch, a bead of… — Stacey O'Neale Copy Share Image
“I pushed a few sweaty strands of hair out of his face. Rowan reached up and squeezed my hand. In a weakened tone, he… — Stacey O'Neale Copy Share Image
“Now when you say staring, are you including yourself in this assessment? I recall you taking in the view on several occasions." "For the… — Stacey O'Neale Copy Share Image
“I gotta say, I was really feeling the robe, but there's something about a girl in cartoon pajamas that does it for me.” — Stacey O'Neale Copy Share Image
“Rowan was cocky, impatient, and downright infuriating. He winked and my stomach felt like a hundred dragonflies were doing summersaults. Nope, I refuse to… — Stacey O'Neale Copy Share Image
