The Red King

  Rory fell forward, covering Andrew, still holding his wrists. He was panting, but he still moved his lips and let his breath carry the words.

  “I love you, Andrew. I will always love you.” Rory found he could not stop saying it, even as he kissed Andrew’s lips and brushed the hair from his face. Andrew was whispering responses, answering with his own declarations. He drew up, just a bit, to look into Andrew’s face.

  Andrew smiled, and it was the most beautiful thing Rory had ever seen.

  THE END

  About the Author

  Rosemary O’Malley resides bodily in north Florida with her husband, two children, and four cats. Her genealogy includes Irish Anglican priests, Muscogee-Creek women, Welsh traders, and authentic Florida Crackers. She was reared on Kathleen Woodiwiss and Fern Michaels novels, Errol Flynn and Douglas Fairbanks movies, frequent trips to Walt Disney World and long car rides all over the United States and Canada. Those long car rides, paired with romance novels, adventure films, and Disney fantasy may have had something to do with her becoming a writer.

  Currently, she is enjoying the works of Rachel Haimowitz and Cat Grant, Kirby Crow, Carole Cummings, and Jill Knowles. She is revisiting the romance and adventure of her childhood favorites, as well, with The Three Musketeers, The Count of Monte Cristo, Captain Blood, and The Scarlet Pimpernel in the mix.

  With S.A. Reid, Rosemary O’Malley coauthored the novella Manhandled. The Red King is her first novel.