Rose Canteiro

“I’m not ashamed to admit I partake in an unhealthy amount of gawking when the man transfers about. Whether or not he’s naked, the effect is no different. I morph into a drooling, Cale-obsessed fangirl. Giddy squeals. Hopeless sighs. It’s pathetic, really. And, actually, clothing seems to do nothing but exacerbate the problem. Because the way his muscles bunch under crisp, clean cotton…”
― Annie Arcane, Hart of Mine

“After reassembling the Lego blocks at record speed, he lifted his handsome butt off the carpet and onto the seat in one fluid motion.

Nose down. Hips up. Swing over.

Easy as store-bought pie.

Neatly placing both feet on the footplate, he met my gaze. “You’re staring.”

“S-sorry.”

“Wasn’t complaining. Merely stating a fact.”
― Annie Arcane, Hart of Mine

“Let me assure you, the struggle is real.

I clicked my tongue, ready to fire back a snarky comment about Captain Obvious, but the titanic clash of emotions in those emerald eyes rendered me speechless.

Guarded yet exposed. Challenging yet submissive. Unwilling to bend yet impossibly vulnerable.

“You’re allowed to stare,” his jaw twitched, “so long as you promise to break the golden rule.”

“What golden rule?”

“Look but don’t touch.”
― Annie Arcane, Hart of Mine

“The man who couldn’t look anyone in the eyes was making himself do it, no matter what the pain. He was giving her a gift, the greatest one he could, straight from his heart.”
― Jennifer Ashley, The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie