When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor.
I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My favorites include Taylor Swift, Florence + the Machine, and SHINee. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction.
I have a secret.
I kind of faked my perfect SAT score to get a full scholarship at Middleson University. It worked, but now I have one major problem—Rick, a wealthy jerk who looks like Zac Efron and who's blackmailing me with my lie. What does the jerk want in exchange for his silence?
My body...
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Excerpt:
I'm in a good mood till I spot something in the corner. Or more precisely, someone. Rick is here, and he's staring at me. He looks like such a privileged d**khead with his pink polo shirt, chino pants, the sunglasses on his head, and the smirk on his handsome—but begging to be punched—face. I glare at him.
"Who's that?" Felicity asks. "Do you know him?"
Oh, he's this guy who's blackmailing me because he knows I cheated to get a full ride to Middleson University. "He's some jerk I'm hooking up with," I mutter.
"Why are you hooking up with a jerk?"
"It's complicated." When Rick begins walking toward us, I say, "Jesus Christ. Excuse me." I march up to him and hiss, "What are you doing here?"
"It's one-dollar beer night," he says casually.
"You're rich. You don't need to take advantage of cheap beer."
He shrugs. "What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be studying."
I flush. "I needed a study break."
He wraps a possessive arm around my waist, whispering into my ear, "Why don't we have a 'study break' at my place?"
A deep sigh leaves me. Because his suggestion is not really a suggestion.
Título : Blackmailed by the Jerk
EAN : 9781393116851
Editorial : Isla Chiu
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