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Perry straightened the collar of his shirt for the third time and checked his breath against his palm. The prison parking lot smelled like hot asphalt and diesel, and the sun was throwing orange light

Perry straightened the collar of his shirt for the third time in the rearview mirror and killed the engine. The parking lot behind Harkness Women's Correctional was empty except for two guard vehicles

The house finally went quiet around eleven. Six kids across four bedrooms — the twins in the nursery, the two middle ones sharing the converted attic, the oldest two in their own rooms with their door

The Plaza Hotel had seen its share of anniversary celebrations, but probably none quite like the one unfolding in Suite 1209 on a Thursday evening in October. Lacey had booked the Presidential Suite t

I dropped to my knees in the Plant filled university conservatory abandoned and lit buy candles and Flashlights to eliminate suspicion , the air thick with the buzz of anticipation from the brothers w

Perry pushed open the bedroom door with his shoulder, a half-empty bottle of water still in his hand from the kitchen, and stopped dead in the doorway. Leti was sprawled across his bed like she owned

PERRY COULD THINK OF NOTHING BUT FRAT INITIATION WEEK AS HE WALKED THE UCLA CAMPUS DELTA IOTTA KOPPA HAD A REPUTATION FOR WILD NAUGHTY RAUNCHY ESCAPADES AMONG THERE PLEDGES AND WHAT POTENTIAL RAUNCH L

The Negroni was bitter on Lacey's tongue, but she didn't mind. She'd been sipping the same one for twenty minutes, her eyes doing all the drinking for her. The villa outside Florence was ridiculous —

Perry stood in the middle of his UCLA dorm room, arms crossed over his broad chest, staring at the three women who had just walked through his door like they owned the place. Kelly led the pack, her c

Perry kicked his sneakers off at the door and dropped his backpack on the floor with a thud. The dorm room smelled like cheap body spray and something else—something sharp and unmistakably female. He

Perry pushed open the door to his dorm room, his mind still buzzing from the frat meeting. The brothers had told him only that his initiation would happen tonight, in his room, and that he'd know it w

The frat house basement smelled like stale beer, sweat, and something muskier—something alive. Perry stood in the center of the room, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The conc

Kijana handed Dana his black Amex with a smirk, the card gleaming under the fluorescent lights of their apartment. "Go wild, baby. Whatever makes you feel sexy, get it. I want to see you strut out of

The villa smelled like old money and Chianti, the kind of place where the marble floors were older than most countries and the staff pretended not to notice anything as long as the tip was right. Perr