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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
Until the day she meets him, and he rips apart
all her well-laid plans. Suddenly, the girl everyone thought unbreakable might
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.
WARNING: This new adult romance is dark and edgy
with mature content. Over 18 please.
THIS IS NOT YOUNG ADULT
Book #2 of the Briarcrest Academy
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.
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.
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
“Good,” he said, his
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.
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
“Still leaving?” he
“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
His eyes burned. “There’s
a sense of urgency in my head. Like our time is limited.”
I nodded. Yeah, same
“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
“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, pants on fire, I thought. No way he would he be good.
Because he was the Heartbreaker
of Briarcrest Academy.
And one wicked boy.
© Ilsa Madden-Mills
each book in the series is a standalone, here is the series reading order:
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author 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.
Author praise for Very
"Cuba is hot, delicious, and intoxicating...the perfect
book boyfriend. Be prepared for a heartbreaking and addictive read."
~Tijan, New York Times Bestselling Author
"Angst, dark secrets, and off the charts sexiness
abound in this twisty installment of the Briarcrest Academy Series. First love
never sounded so hot and good. Ilsa never disappoints!" ~Shanora Williams,
New York Times Bestselling Author
"Ilsa Madden-Mills slayed my heart in the best kind of way. Cuba's pain
was like my very own. Absolutely gut-wrenching." ~Crystal Spears,
International Bestselling Author
"Ilsa does it again with Very Wicked Things. You'll be holding on to your
seat through a few wicked twists so buckle up and enjoy the ride.
~ Megan Smith, USA Today Bestselling Author
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