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Title: The Rebel

Series: Haven Grace Prep, #3

Release Date: June 18, 2020

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I don’t play by the rules.

Never have, never will.

 

The second our eyes met from across the club,

I could feel a shift in the air—an overwhelming pull drawing me in.

One mind-blowing night is all it was, or so I thought.

 

Repeating my senior year may not have been the plan,

But finding out my one-night stand is my new teacher—

That’s something I never saw coming.

 

His gaze bores into me with the same intensity.

That body, those hands, I remember every touch.

I should stay away, but I don’t want to.

 

This time, all bets are off.

I’ll let him think he’s in control,

Until I bring him to his knees.

 

Passion and fire,

Forbidden and wrong.

Like I said, I don’t play by the rules.

Sneak peek:

As I take a sip of my drink, I catch sight of someone over my glass. He’s sitting across the bar, looking every bit like a fantasy of mine—older, muscular, fucking gorgeous. He looks at me with this darkness in his eyes, so tantalizing and alluring. Just the expression alone is enough to put every one of my senses on high alert. Unfortunately, another girl steps up next to him and his attention is pulled off me and onto her. Ugh.

“I don’t want you to leave tomorrow.” I lay my head on Delaney’s shoulder, letting my buzz control my level of honesty.

 

“I know, but you’ll be okay. Besides, you can come visit any time you want.”

 

I huff. “You better be available whenever I want. You’re supposed to be my ride or die and you’re leaving me.”

 

Savannah being the brat she is, looks over Laney and at me with a smirk on her face. “Are you actually sad because Delaney is leaving, or because you broke up with Easton?”

 

Fuck. Of course Laney told her about that. Meanwhile, I hadn’t gotten around to telling Lennon so I cringe as she gasps and her head whips over to me.

 

“You broke up with Easton?”

 

If I didn’t want to smack Savannah a couple hundred times before, I definitely do now. “He’s going away to college, and I’m not stupid or naïve enough to think we can make the whole long-distance thing work.”

 

If there’s one thing that I love about Lennon, it’s that she can sense when I really don’t want to talk about something. Even in the short time I’ve known her, she’s figured out how to read me and uses that to her advantage. She smiles and nudges me with her elbow.

 

“Well, good. You can be single with me this year.”

 

Savannah and Lennon banter back and forth, but I can’t be bothered to listen. Instead, all my focus is back on the mystery man who, despite having some supermodel level bimbo trying to hang all over him, can’t keep his gaze off me.

 

“Weeds out all the pussies.”

 

“Speaking of pussies…” I bite my lip, causing him to lick his own, and that’s the only sign I need. “Mine needs a change of pace. Excuse me.”

 

I ignore the shocked and confused looks on their faces as I get up. It only takes a few seconds to get to where he is, and as soon as I do, I rudely slot myself between him and the girl trying desperately to seduce him.

 

“Uh, excuse me,” she whines, but I can’t be bothered.

 

Two perfect emerald eyes are locked with my own. His dirty blonde hair looks like he just ran his fingers through it to push it from his eyes. The black T-shirt he’s wearing is tight, making his muscles bulge through it, and judging by the way he’s sitting on the stool, he’s tall. He looks like he could toss me around just for the fun of it, and I’m totally on board.

 

I take what’s left of his whiskey and throw it back like a shot while he watches me, completely enamored.

 

“Tessa Davenport,” I lie, handing him the empty glass.

 

He smiles as he takes it back and places it on the bar, his sights still on me. “Asher Hawthorne.”

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