They were the boys any good girl knew to avoid.
Rich and privileged.
Gorgeous and cruel.
The poster boys for rebellion…their tongues so sharp they cut to the bone.
We worshipped them despite their dangerous games.
We laughed even as we cried.
It was all fun and games until the first dirty girl died.
Now, as the bodies pile up, I believe I can endure their wicked ways. Only time will tell if I’ll escape.
Because when wealthy boys are accustomed to getting everything they want, not even the lives of those around them are too high an asking price.
Warning: This book is a dark romance. If you are looking for a sweet and tender story, you won’t find it here.
Excerpt . . .
He wasn’t hidden behind his usual bad boy smirk, wasn’t protected by the cruel words he spoke. He simply was, and it occurred to me that I didn’t know the person staring down at me.
I wasn’t sure that anybody in Winter Ridge knew him.
Yeah, he had Quinton, Nolan and Grady but guys are guys, they don’t talk about the deep shit.
Would anybody know if Soren was secretly hurting?
I couldn’t begin to guess what was going through Soren’s mind.
If there was ever an opportunity to know this man before his mask of arrogance was pulled back in place, it was now. I would draw him in and finally get him to open his heart up to spill whatever secrets were trapped inside his head.
Reaching up, I intended to touch my palm to his cheek, to trace the light of the setting sun where it flowed against the skin of his strong jaw.
His hand moved from my stomach before I could stop him, his fingers grasping my wrist in a punishing hold.
About the Author . . .
In addition to writing, Lily is an avid reader, gummy bear slayer, and a gold medalist in puppy naps.
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