Ballerina
Dovey Beckham is a scholarship student at Briarcrest Academy,
determined to prove she’s more than just a girl with the wrong
pedigree. She does whatever it takes to succeed in her endgame, even
if it means surrendering her body but never her heart.
Until the day she meets him, and he rips apart all her well-laid plans. Suddenly, the girl everyone thought unbreakable might just shatter.
Cuba “Hollywood” Hudson is rich, spoiled, and a star football player. With his fast cars and superficial girlfriends, he lives the high-life, hiding his secrets from the world.
Until the day he meets her, and she offers him something he’s never tasted…love.
But once in a lifetime kind of love doesn’t come easy…especially when dirty money, past sins, and old flames threaten the very fabric of their lives.
Until the day she meets him, and he rips apart all her well-laid plans. Suddenly, the girl everyone thought unbreakable might just shatter.
Cuba “Hollywood” Hudson is rich, spoiled, and a star football player. With his fast cars and superficial girlfriends, he lives the high-life, hiding his secrets from the world.
Until the day he meets her, and she offers him something he’s never tasted…love.
But once in a lifetime kind of love doesn’t come easy…especially when dirty money, past sins, and old flames threaten the very fabric of their lives.
Welcome
to Briarcrest Academy, where sometimes, only the wicked survive.
Excerpt
for Very Wicked Things
Book
#2 of the Briarcrest Academy Series
by
Ilsa Madden-Mills
I
got out of the shower and dressed hurriedly, anxious to get back to
Cuba.
The
door opened, and like he did it every single day, he stepped inside
the steamy bathroom.
“Think
I need a shower, too,” he said, his fingers easing off his football
practice shirt.
What?
Now?
Trying
to play it cool and failing miserably, I moved my eyes off his naked
chest and checked out his track pants and the obvious bulge he
sported.
Oh.
Did his lower body match the rest of him? Was it all sinewy muscle
and big?
Just,
yeah. That thought got stuck in my head and went round and round.
“You staying?”
he asked, a grin working his face. Pleased at my open admiration,
probably.
“No,”
I said, but made no move to go. ‘Cause I had no shame when it came
to catching a glimpse of his muscular body.
“Good,”
he said, his smile broadening.
He
pivoted to turn on the shower, and my eyes betrayed me again,
admiring the muscles in his back, checking out how they twitched and
rippled when he moved. Football and rowing had been good to him. My
fingers itched to know how they’d feel underneath my hands. Which
was stupid because we had nothing in common. Not a rich Highland Park
boy and a poor girl from Ratcliffe.
And
most importantly, he was a player, not to be trusted.
He
hooked his thumbs into his pants, paused a moment—maybe waiting to
see if I’d run from the room?—but when I didn’t budge, he slid
them and his underwear off. My mouth opened. Cuba Hudson, the most
popular guy at Briarcrest was standing right in front of me, naked
and beautiful. And like the cocky bastard he was, he posed for me,
his big-ass biceps and chiseled abs making me vibrate all over. Need
for him slammed into me.
Did
I say he was hot?
Well,
I was wrong.
He
was off-the-charts, no-holds-barred, freaking going
make-me-lose-my-mind-right-there delicious. The ultimate man-candy,
the kind I knew to stay away from, yet here I was, ogling him.
“Still
leaving?” he asked huskily.
“Any
minute,” I said in a weak voice, backing up to the wall and
propping myself up. “Just chillin’. Shower wore me out. I might
need to hold this wall up for a sec.”
“I
want you to stay,” he said, eyes at half-mast, glowing with heat.
“Why?”
I said, aching to touch him. But that was crazy. I was a virgin, and
I didn’t know jack about touching a guy’s you-know-what.
“Look
at me, Dovey.”
I
tore my eyes from his manhood, blushing.
His
eyes burned. “There’s a sense of urgency in my head. Like our
time is limited.”
I
nodded. Yeah, same here.
“And,
I’ll be honest, I don’t want to rush you, but I’m dying to sink
into you. I want to set you on fire with need for me.” He ghosted
his hands over the steel rod between his legs. Once, twice, and—holy
shizzle, he didn’t stop.
My
chest rose faster and faster, and I tried to chill-out, but I
couldn’t.
He
lowered his voice. “Kiss me again, Dovey.”
Oh.
“That’s a terrible idea, Cuba. Cause you’re naked, and I’m
turned on because you’re naked. And you’re touching yourself. And
you’re naked.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. “Not a good combo. Odds are we’ll end
up in that shower together or back in your bed doing the
double-backed monster.”
“Then
join me in the shower. I’ll be good. For you.” He arched his
back, his hands still doing that back and forth that was driving me
insane.
Liar,
liar, pants on fire,
I thought. No way he would he be good.
Because
he was the Heartbreaker of Briarcrest Academy. And one wicked boy.
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Ilsa
Madden-Mills writes about strong heroines and sexy alpha males that
sometimes you just want to slap. She spends her days with two small
kids, a neurotic cat, and her Viking husband. She collects magnets
and rarely cooks except to bake her own pretzels. When
she’s not typing away at a story, you can find her drinking too
much Diet Coke, jamming out to Pink, or checking on her carefully
maintained chocolate stash. She loves to hear from fans and fellow
authors.
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