Rowan Parker. What do you expect when you hear the name? Rowan is a seventeen year old girl who lives with her father in New York. Despite her mother dying when she was young, Rowan is normal. Her coppery- brown hair, normal. Her amber eyes and tanned freckled skin, normal. Her love for photography and music, normal.
Despite all this normal, Rowan gets dragged into some pretty not-normal stuff. The first time this happened, she was walking in a particularly crowded part of Manhattan, just minding her own business, when a very tall, dark haired gentleman suddenly looked over at her and his face filled with shock. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down the nearest ally.
"What in the world are you doing?" she asked.
"Listen to me, Rowan, I-"
"Who are you? How do you know my name?!
"Rowan.....okay, look," he began, his pale blue eyes looking into hers, "Your father's boss is planning something. Something big. And it's up to you and me to stop him."
"Are you crazy?" she asked, "I have personally met my Father's boss, and he is NOT an evil mastermind, and he is DEFINITELY NOT planning something. He's a normal human being, like me, might I add. Now, if you'll excuse me," Rowan added, pointedly looking behind her. "I have somewhere to be." She turned on her heel, walking away with a purpose, pale blue eyes watching her every move.
Every year, nobility and royalty from near and far gather together to court and find matches for the Season.
Rowan never thought she would find herself in the Season at all, being a lowly peasant from the countryside. But a chance encounter as a child might have set her on a path she never dreamed possible.
Could this ridiculous notion of courting a bunch of rich spoiled brats actually bring her to her soul mate? Or just leave her heartbroken and worse off than before?
"Was he just teasing me? Was this just some point to prove that he knew I was attracted to him even though I clearly hated him?
My thoughts were so jumbled I couldn't work through them.
Some very small voice in the back of my head was yelling at me and asking what the hell I was doing. But it continued to get smaller and smaller every time his fingers and lips grazed my skin.
All I knew now was how amazing his skin felt on mine.
It was clear where he was going.
He was going to kiss me.
And I wanted him to."
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