This is a lot of betting I’m doing on someone I barely know, but she just has a very strong presence, and I really dig it. I bet she would have sat there with me, completely unmoved by the nonsense all around, and I bet she never would have let me flee the lunch room in the first place. I get the feeling if she had been my best friend instead of Grace during the “Zoey the ho” situation, Kasey would have ignored the stares, slut coughs, and open hostility from the football players. Even though she is literally invisible to most social sectors, Kasey is unafraid of the lunch room.

Kasey chatters as we walk over and take our places in line. Ordinarily I wouldn’t even have enough cash on me to buy lunch, but I still have the twenty that Carter left me Thursday, so I guess I can use that. I also don’t have my lunch, which means I’ll have to buy. All the people I spend all day not interacting with gathered together in one place. The cafeteria buzzes with energy and conversation. I think up excuses the whole way there, but since I don’t spit any of them out, I walk through the open doors and into the mouth of hell. If you are a reader with certain triggers or sensitivities common to the dark romance genre, please heed the author’s note at the beginning of this book.With many reservations and heavy, reluctant steps, I follow Kasey to the cafeteria. It is categorized as DARK ROMANCE for a reason. Now, since I’m the girl no one likes or believes, I guess I’m the perfect target for his dark games and twisted desires.Īfter surviving my first encounter with his casual depravity, all I really want is for Carter to leave me alone. Beneath his carefully constructed façade lurks a monster, a predator looking for the perfect prey to play with.

Never imagined his coveted attention would turn out to be such a nightmare.

I never dreamed I would attract the attention of locally worshipped star quarterback, Carter Mahoney. I didn’t care if it was an unpopular thing to do I stood up for myself… and in doing so, opened Pandora’s Box. See, I got a player suspended from the football team for harassing me, and in my small Texas town, you don’t mess with the football players-even if they mess with you first. Senior year was off to a rough start: lube in my locker, panties on my front porch, unimaginative name-calling.

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