Rich Prick, an all-new captivating, angst filled romance
by New York Times bestselling author
Tijan, is available now!
He walked into school on his first day and owned it.
I guess that’s what happens
when you’re a prick, rich, and you’re best friends with the ruling school’s
king.
Also didn’t hurt he’s drop
dead gorgeous.
That’s all fine.
I mean, I have nothing to do
with them.
I’m a loner, invisible, and
that’s how I wanted it to be.
I was even proud of it, until
I wasn’t.
Until I saw a girl kneel
before him.
Until I couldn’t look away.
Until he caught me watching.
His name is Blaise Devroe. My
name is Aspen Monson.
He only knew how to get, command, and demand attention.
I knew how to do everything but that.
And this is our story.
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Aspen Monson is the younger sister of Nate who features heavily throughout the Fallen Crest series. She’s a unique character, a loner who is happy to observe from a distance and watch life pass her by. After loosing her best friend and brother Owen, she’s doing her best to survive. Aspen is quirky, shy, highly intelligent, but is also socially inept. I loved everything about this character and loved that she does what she wants, and couldn’t care less what others think.
Blaise Devroe
is Aspen’s opposite. He’s the big man on
campus, cocky, arrogant, abrasive, rude and entitled. This alpha has a lot going on beneath the surface
of what he projects to the world. He may
appear to have it all popularity, looks, and wealth, but it’s all a façade and
he does well to hide the damage below. He’s also happens to be Cross’ brother from
the Crew series.
I loved the
family dynamics, the drama and the cameos of characters from the Fallen Crest
and Crew series’ and cannot wait for more of Tijan’s work in particular Nate’s
story.
I’d done my research. Zeke Allen’s cabin was set a good ten miles away from the nearest neighbors. I should’ve been in the clear to sneak onto their land, do a little freestyle camping, and listen to the party sounds like the loser I was. But noooo. I was about to get company.
As I snuck out of my tent, and realized
who it was, I almost crapped my pants.
It was Blaise DeVroe, holding hands with
Mara Daniels.
As popular girls went, Mara Daniels was
one of the nicer ones. She was on the dance team. Dark hair. Shorter, but
athletic. The problem with Mara was that she was friends with the other popular
girls. Some of them were nasty—hence the reason I wasn’t friends with them. Not
that they’d tried to get to know me. Not that I even registered on their radar.
But then again, that’s what I did.
I didn’t engage. I didn’t attend. I was
on the edge. I was the invisible girl, and here I was, being the invisible girl
once more, but man…
When I saw it was him, and then saw how
his hand went from holding hers and guiding her to a tree to slipping around
and grabbing her ass, something came over me. I couldn’t retreat back to my
tent. I couldn’t even stay hidden behind a tree and just listen.
I know, I know. This was all sorts of
wrong, but Blaise was Blaise.
He’d become the guy in my dreams, my
weird schoolgirl fantasies. He was my high school crush. Everyone had one. If
you didn’t, you’re even weirder than me, and that’s saying something. So when I
started salivating over Blaise DeVroe, I kinda just let myself go. I mean,
nothing was ever going to happen. Guys like him didn’t date girls like me. They
didn’t even notice girls like me.
I wasn’t crazy. That’d make me all sorts
of delusional.
I was a realist. I knew my place in
life’s hierarchy. I was at the bottom. I was not the very bottom—because of my
family—but socially, I was barely one rung up the ladder.
Anyway, when Blaise started kissing Mara,
when Mara knelt in front of him, when she opened his pants—I lost all train of
thought.
And, oh my God.
My whole body was awash with sensations,
and I was captivated. Captivated! Entranced. Mesmerized.
I could not look away.
Then I felt throbbing and a warm feeling
between my legs, and it was game over. It was all I could do not to make a
sound, because I wanted to. So bad. I wanted to moan. I wanted to touch myself,
but I didn’t. I kept myself reined in, but watch? Oh yeah. I watched.
I couldn’t not watch.
I watched the whole thing.
I loved the whole thing.
And then at the end of it, I almost died.
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