When her dad’s gone, Emma moves to a new academy for a fresh start, but the town’s BIG FOUR, Rowan, August, Liam and Karl, rule everything. Each dangerous, magnetic, and unpredictable, they pull her into their dark world. But the real danger isn’t them—it’s the secret deal that ties her to a deadly game she was never meant to play.
“Uh-uh. She’s all mine tonight. I’m not sharing.” August declares. “That’s cold-blooded, but I respect it.” I’m about to argue on my behalf when August grips my hip, pulls me into his chest, and presses his lips to mine, dissolving all protests. “You can be up in arms about your right to choose after I’m…
“What makes you feel that way?” I inquire, knowing it’s probably the case, but I don’t want to assume Vivian is stupid enough to harass Selection picks. Emma huffs. “She’s continuously marking my grades lower than they should be, even after the situation was already addressed. And she’s always making snide comments.” That sounds precisely…
I blush at the attention now on us but return his affections with my own, pecking him on the lips. “Congratulations,” I say softly. “Save some accolades and loving for the rest of us, Washington,” August grumbles, pushing Liam out of the way for his own hug. I laugh at their banter, hugging Karl next.…
“Will that make it here in time?” Rowan asks. Liam nods. “I’ve had it following us since we got in the car. I’m just pulling up the feed to my laptop so we can watch and listen together.” We watch as the drone feed appears on the screen. Samantha is standing outside of her silver…
“To Senior Night for the football team, duh. I figured you’d have the schedule memorized for someone who claims to love football like you do,” she snarks. Seeing the puzzled look on my face, she explains, “It’s the last home game for the seniors on the team, the biggest game before the Turkey Game.” I…
“What does that mean exactly?” I ask because I know there are always strings. Everything in this town has more strings attached than Sam’s had nose jobs. I really should stop that. There’s nothing wrong with plastic surgery, she’s just a bitch, and I know it’s the only other sore spot she has besides the…
My Dad’s hand rests on my shoulder and squeezes before releasing it. “Let’s go one more round. I know you have to get ready soon.” I grab a quick sip of my water, towel off the excess sweat, and redo my bun. “All right then. You heard the man. Prepare to get your asses kicked.”…
My feet move of their own volition, stopping right at the foot of the bed between her spread legs. My hand finds its way between her folds, gliding the wetness leaking out her pussy to her clit and circling. I pick up speed as her breath quickens but pull away before she can reach her…
“What do you have this period?” I ask to spark conversation. I know she’s going to AP Civics. She glances at me out of the corner of her eye. “How can I help you, Rowan?” I sigh, knowing she’s lukewarm toward me on a good day because of how I treated her. I’ve made progress,…
She tilts her chin up, and a warm smile fills her face. “This is cute, thank you.” Then she claps her hands. “Okay, let’s get this started. I’m ready for pizza.” “Right. First, we need to make the crust,” I state, grabbing the dough that’s been resting. “Grab that bowl of flour over there and…