Harper Reeves just wants to survive senior year at Yale without being the lonely loser on campus. But when her dad’s annoyingly hot best friend, Chris Collins, crashes her party, everything flips. Her plan? Operation Seduction – make him fall for her so Dad kicks him out. Problem is, the more Chris swoops in to save her, the more her heart gets in the way.
“Stop it!” I snap, snatching the paper from his hand. “You can’t just go through my stuff!” “I didn’t,” he says. “It was under the sofa when I was tidying up this morning.” He leans closer to my ear. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop playing with fire?” I don’t…
Trying to block out the flashbacks, I down half my drink. “There was this soldier, Jacob Marlow. He should never have enlisted. He was just a twenty-year-old kid trying to impress his hard-ass father. I saw that a lot. One afternoon, we were ambushed…” I shake my head and my heart thumps harder. “Bullets were…
Standing from the toilet, I prop my phone between my cheek and shoulder to wash my hands. “How do you know all this stuff?” “Pain and misery and too many breakups. And Dr. Phil, obviously. Hang on. Can I get another chicken burger to go, please? Thanks.” Unbelievable. “You still want this guy to leave…
“Please what?” he mouths, grabbing my right breast. “Please fuck me,” I gasp. Chris sits down beside me, his ripped abs rippling with the moonlight bleeding in through my window. I watch his strong hand glide between my breasts, and I hold my breath as he teases his finger straight down the middle of my…
I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve written Oscar Karlson’s name in my diary. And now here is my chance, but all I can think about is Chris goddamn Collins. It was easier to hate him when I thought he threatened or paid people to vote for me, but now I don’t even…
Her dress is so short I can almost see her underwear. Dropping to the sofa, I place a cushion over the growing swell in my jeans. Harper doesn’t seem to have noticed I’m here while she taps out a message on her phone. “Something funny?” I ask. Harper jumps and twists her neck. “Jeez! You…
“Didn’t think you would.” The wind cuts across my knees as he speeds up. I don’t feel safe, but I’m not closing the door. The three double vodkas have quadrupled my stubbornness. “Keep your arms inside,” Chris says. “What? Why?” “Just trust me…” he states. Swerving to the right, Chris mounts the curb two seconds…
“I really miss you,” I tell my mom, a tear dripping from my cheek. As I think back to all the times she tucked me into bed, a weight presses into the mattress beside me and my body rolls into the hole. Then I feel a strong arm wrapping under my neck, pulling me closer.…
“Hey, Mark.” “What’s this about my daughter dating some rock singer guy?” he asks. I rub my forehead. “Hey, Chris. How’s things?” Mark sighs. “Hey, Chris. How’s things? And what’s this about my daughter dating some rock singer guy?” “She didn’t. I’ll explain when you’re home. It’s…” I frown. “Hang on. How did you hear…
“Don’t let him take your license, Aaron!” Harper yells. We both look at her. “What?” “He collects them!” she shouts. I sigh and shake my head. “Youcollect driver’s licenses?” “No,” I tell him. “She’s confused.” “Let him go, you big…rascal!” Maria nudges Harper. “We need to work on your put-downs. That was lame.” “I’ll let…