“IT’S ME,” I WHISPER, AND STRONG HANDS GRASP MY OUTSTRETCHED ARMS. EVEN THOUGH I’M CONFIDENT WITH WHERE I’M GOING, IT’S HARDER TO FIND KNOWING ZEKE IS ALREADY THERE WAITING. I SWALLOW BACK MY SUDDEN EXCITEMENT AS I DUCK INSIDE AND CLOSE THE DOOR. IN ALL THE TIMES WE’VE DONE THIS, I’VE ALWAYS BEEN THE ONE WAITING FOR HIM.
GUT SINKING, I’M ABOUT TO BACK OUT OF THE ROOM WHEN A FAMILIAR VOICE FILLS THE DARKNESS. SURE, THE ONE TIME MY NERVES TOOK A BACK SEAT AND I MESSAGED HIM, OUR HOOKUP IS GOING TO BE FOILED. I want to help him get to the bottom of it all.Īnd with his attention finally, on me, I want to tell him how I feel.Įxcerpt THE DOOR TO HUSH HUSH CREAKS AS I OPEN IT, THEN PAUSE AND STRAIN MY EARS. Pity I’ve never been more than an afterthought to him.īut when rumors start to circulate about hazing and the sources lead back to my house, it puts me square on Zeke’s radar. The appointment was made easier, though, when none other than Zeke Ariston took over Sigma house. I never wanted to become Kappa president. I need to find out who’s driving the lies. Now, instead of dialing back the stress, we’ve broken the number one rule on the row: Don’t get the dean’s attention. I might not know where they’re coming from, but I know they’re total BS. Idiot brothers, epic pranks, a list of organizational duties long enough to make my eyes bleed.īut senior year is almost over, and I’m ready to take a step back. Trope: Friends with benefits to lovers, rivals to loversīeing president of a frat house means everything is on my shoulders. I never imagined I’d actually enjoy it.Giveaway ends 7/24 FRAT WARS: PRESIDENTIAL CHAOS FRAT WARS – BOOK THREE by Saxon James Cover, Blurb & Excerpt Reveal Release Date: AugCOVER DESIGN: STORY STYLING COVER DESIGNS So when my dumb-as-bricks frat bro is scoping out the house for a little experimenting fun, I throw out the offer like it isn’t the most nerve-racking thing I’ve ever considered. When is it my turn to let loose for a moment?
Study, frat duties, planning for the future. My brothers get annoyed when I put a damper on their plans, and wrangling drunken frat brothers isn’t how I pictured my Saturday nights of senior year.
The problem is, the one guy who’s up for the ride is the last one I’d expect.īeing risk manager of a frat house is nobody’s idea of a good time. There’s only one way for me to get this obsession out of my head, and that’s by jumping in with both feet and putting it into practice. So when one of my brothers hooks up with a dude from another frat house, it catches me off guard when I can’t stop thinking about them … together. It’s what I’m known for, and if it’s not fun, I’m not interested, simple as that. As social chair of Sigma Beta Psi, I’m the life of the party.
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