Party Crashers
Book 3 in the Blue Ivy Prep Series
This series must be read in chronological order, to avoid spoilers
From the moment I learned she was coming to our school, I had a gut feeling it would end in disaster. Out of all the schools in the world, why did Kaitlin Crosse have to choose ours? Her presence confused my brothers and created tension between them, but I soon realized my initial assumptions about her were completely wrong.
It was me who possessed the flaws of being wild, arrogant, selfish, inconsiderate, and foolish. My bad judgment call in the midst of the school’s scandal may have destroyed everything I wanted.
As the world tears Kaitlin apart, my brothers and I find ourselves trapped in a web of lies. Our mother despises her, and even our stepfather’s allegiance is uncertain. Kaitlin trusts no one, and who can blame her?
But I refuse to wait for her forgiveness or return. If I want her, I have to take action. Kaitlin needs me, and now, I know I need her too.
All of us do.
*Please note this is a reverse harem and the author suggests you always read the foreword in her books. Contains some bullying elements, mature situations, and is recommended for 17+. This is book three of four in a series and the story will continue through future books.
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Prologue
Lachlan
Sex had a smell. It was a little musky, a little sweet—depending on the girl I supposed—and if you did it right, there was that stink of sweat from the effort. It added just the right touch of salt to the headiness of it all. If you did your job, you needed a shower after…There was no mistaking the scent of it.
None.
It was how I knew Ramsey had gotten laid while I was gone.
Good for him.
Ace’s damp clothes in the bathroom, on the other hand, put a whole new spin on that revelation. Ace’s clothes—Ace’s damp clothes. Why were her clothes here? Why could I smell sex?
Why the fuck did Ramsey jerk so hard when he stalked out of his room upset? I curled my hands into fists and fought the urge to tear into him.
Fortunately, Jonas had no such compunction. Particularly where Ace was concerned.
“Why are KC’s clothes in your suite?” he demanded as he held them up. Maybe he hadn’t added the presence of the clothes and the lingering perfume of sex in the air together.
Arms folded, I stared at our big brother. Jonas didn’t need much to fly off the handle about Ace. Right now? I’d be okay with him breaking Ramsey’s perfect nose.
If I didn’t get there first.
Ramsey raked a hand through his disheveled hair and twisted to glance back in his room. That was when I spotted the red scrapes down his back.
“You son of a bitch…” Jonas hurtled at Ramsey and as much as I wanted to let him—I slammed into baby brother and hauled him backwards.
“Story first,” I said, locking my arms. “Then we can kick his ass.”
Because right now, I wanted to know what happened with Ace…
And I needed to know where she was right now. Because she wasn’t here, and that had to mean he’d fucked up.
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