Series: A Bradford Academy Novel
Publication date: August 1st, 2020
Synopsis:
Welcome to Bradford Academy where power and elite are bred, wealthy bloodlines bond, and a risky game of Dare can make or break your family legacy. Fallon Gamble used to believe that life was simple until she found herself in the hall of Bradford Academy. At Bradford, the only thing that matters is your family legacy and what you're willing to do to preserve it. Fallon used to live a simple life but things are different now. Now, Fallon's caught in the viper's den with a power hungry egomaniac out to destroy her, a dangerous secret that's eating her alive and she's torn between three of the hottest, wealthiest boys on campus.
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Excerpt
As much as I like Zade invading my space I can't be this close to him right now. I get up and go stand by the window and stare out at the lake. I don't hear him move but I know he's standing behind me. I can feel his heat. Smell his scent.
"Fallon," he says placing his hand on my shoulder. "I know this is difficult for someone like you to understand but it's the way it is with people like us who come from powerful families."
I turn to him. "So what? You just kill people and go about your life like nothing happened?"
He just looks at me. His silence telling me what I already know.
"It's not right and you know it."
"I didn't say it was right, Fallon. It's just the way it is."
"But it shouldn't be this way. You can't just kill someone and act like it didn't happen."
"Who's acting like it didn't happen? I found out about it around the same time you did then Devya called. I didn't even have time to really process it."
"That may be true but you don't care to process it. Look at you. You're completely fine and I'm a mess. I'm completely broken by this. I don't even think I'll be able to look at myself in the mirror again. I'm not a good person. I used to be. But not anymore. Not after this." The tears come crashing down like a tidal wave and there's nothing I can do to stop them.
Zade grabs me and wraps me in his arms. He holds me tightly to him and I cry. I cry for my mother who died too soon. I cry for a boy who died because I was too much of a coward to do the right thing. I cry because no matter how much I want to, I know I'm not going to the police. I cry the most because the innocent girl from the Midwest is gone and I'm not sure if I'll ever get her back.
I look up at Zade, fat tears fall in droves down my cheeks. "Zade, I..."
"Shhh," he says running his thumb across my cheek wiping away the tears. "You don't have to say anything. I know."
I search his eyes. The soft violet color has returned and I'm lost in their blue-violet depths. Neither one of us speak. Everything is quiet. The only sound is the mingling of our breaths.
The air around us thickens and sizzles. Zade curls his fingers around the back of my head and pulls me close, hovering his warm lips above mine. He pauses there for what feels like forever, making me realize how much I want him to kiss me, how much I need him to kiss me. How much I want to get lost in his kiss and for it to taste like oblivion, for it to take me under and drown my pain.
Zade slants his mouth over mine and his hot tongue slides between my lips, taking complete control over me, over the situation. I melt into him and allow myself to drown in the sweetness of his tongue.
His kiss is like no other kiss I've had before. It's nothing like the clumsy first kiss I had with my seventh-grade crush. It's not like the gentle but urgent kisses that I shared with Lucca or the sweet, gentle kiss I shared with Alisander, no, Zade kisses with all the experience of a grown man, like someone who knows his way around a woman's body.
I moan against his lips and curl my fingers in the soft hairs at the base of his neck. When he pushes me back against the window, I welcome it, loving the feel of the cold glass against my back, loving how he slides his hand over the curve of my hip sending hot thrills of fire through me. My body feels achy and my thighs clench tight as I run my hands down his chest and under his t-shirt. I trail my fingers along the hard ridges of his abdomen. His body is so sculpted and muscular. I've never gone this far with a boy before, having his naked skin beneath my fingertips. I'm excited. I want more.
Rowdy Rooksy aka Rowdy fell in love with writing in junior high when she was given an assignment to read the poem Death Be Not Proud by John Donne and to write a sonnet in that similar style. She wrote the poem and hasn't stopped writing since. She has several notebooks filled with poems and short stories and she finally decided to put some of her short stories into a novella which became her first published book, Turned Out.
Rowdy loves a range of genres from Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Contemporary Romance, Erotica to Young Adult. She can talk all day about aliens, ghosts and the afterlife and can get lost for hours in meditation. She hates peas but chocolate is her jam!
Rowdy loves to hang out on Instagram. Hit her up @authorrowdyrooksy.
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