Tryst Six Venom

Informationen zum Autor Penelope Douglas is a New York Times , USA Today , and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Their books have been translated into twenty languages and include the Fall Away series, the Hellbent series, the Devil's Night series, and the stand-alones, Misconduct , Punk 57 , Birthday Girl , Credence , and Tryst Six Venom . They live in New England with their husband and daughter. Klappentext "Marymount girls are good girls. Even if they weren't, no one would know, because girls like Clay Collins keep their mouths shut. Not that Clay has anything to share, anyway. Always in control, she owns the hallways, walking tall on Monday and then dropping to her knees like the good Catholic girl she is on Sunday. What she wants she has to hide. Liv Jaeger crosses the tracks every day for one reason: to graduate from high school and get into the Ivy League. But Clay-with her beautiful skin, clean shoes, and rich parents-torments her daily and thinks Liv won't fight back. At least not until Liv gets Clay alone and finds out she's hiding so much more than just what's underneath those pretty clothes. Liv told Clay to stay on her side of town. But one night, Clay doesn't listen. And once Liv is done with her, she'll never be a good girl again."-- Leseprobe 1 Clay Want to bet my mother is about to have a meltdown? I'm sure it's after nine. She should be home, flushing out any calories she consumed today, and finishing up step five of her skincare regimen instead of waiting for me at the dress shop right now. I'm so late. Confetti flies in the air, and I reach down, grabbing three more rolled-up T-shirts out of the bucket as the parade float bounces and sways under us. "More shirts!" I yell over to Krisjen to restock. The crowd cheers on both sides of the street, and I jump down off the step, stopping at the edge as I hold my hand to my ear. Come on. Let me hear it! "Ah!" little girls scream. "Hi, Clay!" tiny six-year-old Manda Cabot squeals at me like I'm a Disney princess. "Hi!" She waves at me as her twin sister, Stella, holds up her hands, ready to catch. A comfortable breeze blows through the palms lining Augustine Avenue, grazing my bare legs in my jean shorts as the potted pink lantanas hang on the street lamps lining the road and fill the air with their scent. Just your typical balmy Florida winter evening. "We want a shirt!" Stella cries. I shoot my arm up in the air, my white T-shirt with the word BIG shining in bold silver letters. I smile, shouting, "You wanna be a Little?" "Yeah!" they cry out. "Then I need to hear it!" I move my feet, doing a little dance move. "Omega Chi Kappa! Come on!" "Omega Chi Kappa!" they shout. "Omega Chi Kappa!" "I can't hear you!" "Omega Chi Kappa!" they scream so loud their baby teeth damn near shake. Oh my God. So adorbs. I hope I have daughters. I throw them both an underhand toss and resume dancing to the music as the truck pulls us at a crawl, our float in the middle of a long line of floats, all celebrating the annual Founder's Day. "See you in a few years!" I tell them. "Be good and study!" "Yeah, we only take the best!" Amy Chandler shouts next to me. Followed by Krisjen's chirp at my other side, "Be best!" I snort, turning around to grab some more shirts. Balloons dance in the air along the sidewalks, and I toss some more bundles, the tingles in my head helping me play my part as I dance our choreographed little number in sync with Krisjen to "Swish Swish." The rest of our girls walk in front of or alongside the float, dancing along with us in the street, and every eye on us makes the hair on my arms rise. The attention always feels good. Rolling my hips, arching my back, and shaking my body, I...

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Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Their books have been translated into twenty languages and include the Fall Away series, the Hellbent series, the Devil’s Night series, and the stand-alones, Misconduct, Punk 57, Birthday Girl, Credence, and Tryst Six Venom. They live in New England with their husband and daughter.

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Away games, back seats, and the locker room after hours...New York Times bestselling author Penelope Douglas is back with this spicy new adult romance.

Marymount girls are good girls. Even if they weren't, no one would know, because girls like Clay Collins keep their mouths shut.

Not that Clay has anything to share, anyway. Always in control, she owns the hallways, walking tall on Monday and then dropping to her knees like the good Catholic girl she is on Sunday. What she wants she has to hide.

Liv Jaeger crosses the tracks every day for one reason: to graduate from high school and get into the Ivy League. But Clay—with her beautiful skin, clean shoes, and rich parents—torments her daily and thinks Liv won't fight back.

At least not until Liv gets Clay alone and finds out she's hiding so much more than just what's underneath those pretty clothes.

Liv told Clay to stay on her side of town. But one night, Clay doesn't listen. And once Liv is done with her, she'll never be a good girl again.

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Clay

Want to bet my mother is about to have a meltdown?

I'm sure it's after nine. She should be home, flushing out any calories she consumed today, and finishing up step five of her skincare regimen instead of waiting for me at the dress shop right now.

I'm so late.

Confetti flies in the air, and I reach down, grabbing three more rolled-up T-shirts out of the bucket as the parade float bounces and sways under us.

"More shirts!" I yell over to Krisjen to restock.

The crowd cheers on both sides of the street, and I jump down off the step, stopping at the edge as I hold my hand to my ear.

Come on. Let me hear it!

"Ah!" little girls scream.

"Hi, Clay!" tiny six-year-old Manda Cabot squeals at me like I'm a Disney princess. "Hi!"

She waves at me as her twin sister, Stella, holds up her hands, ready to catch.

A comfortable breeze blows through the palms lining Augustine Avenue, grazing my bare legs in my jean shorts as the potted pink lantanas hang on the street lamps lining the road and fill the air with their scent.

Just your typical balmy Florida winter evening.

"We want a shirt!" Stella cries.

I shoot my arm up in the air, my white T-shirt with the word BIG shining in bold silver letters.

I smile, shouting, "You wanna be a Little?"

"Yeah!" they cry out.

"Then I need to hear it!" I move my feet, doing a little dance move. "Omega Chi Kappa! Come on!"

"Omega Chi Kappa!" they shout. "Omega Chi Kappa!"

"I can't hear you!"

"Omega Chi Kappa!" they scream so loud their baby teeth damn near shake.

Oh my God. So adorbs. I hope I have daughters.

I throw them both an underhand toss and resume dancing to the music as the truck pulls us at a crawl, our float in the middle of a long line of floats, all celebrating the annual Founder's Day.

"See you in a few years!" I tell them. "Be good and study!"

"Yeah, we only take the best!" Amy Chandler shouts next to me.

Followed by Krisjen's chirp at my other side, "Be best!"

I snort, turning around to grab some more shirts. Balloons dance in the air along the sidewalks, and I toss some more bundles, the tingles in my head helping me play my part as I dance our choreographed little number in sync with Krisjen to "Swish Swish."

The rest of our girls walk in front of or alongside the float, dancing along with us in the street, and every eye on us makes the hair on my arms rise. The attention always feels good. Rolling my hips, arching my back, and shaking my body, I know one thing for sure. I'm good at this.

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