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le 7 mars 2017
Design de la couverture : Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Résumé
Madison Montgomery vient d'un monde empli d'argent et de puissance , mais quand quelqu'un proche d'elle commet le crime ultime, Madison doit vivre avec un nom sali pour le reste de sa vie.
Quand elle démarre l'académie préparatoire Riverside, l'école privée où son père l'a inscrite dans les Hamptons, elle espère un nouveau départ.
Ce qu'elle n'espérait pas, c'est le groupe de bad boys qui dirigent l'école , dix pour être exact. Quand Madiso attire l'attention de leur leader, Bishop Vincent Hayes, un tout nouveau monde , qu'elle ne soupçonnait pas, lui est présenté. Un monde qui commence et se termine avec le Elite King's club et ces garçons qui sont sur le point de renverser tout son univers.
Les secrets sont trop nombreux et les mensonges de famille sont sur le point d'être exposés. Y a-t-il plus que ce que Madison sait déjà ?
Extrait
“Nate?” I whisper. “ Maybe I took a wrong turn.”
Silence.
“Nate!” I yell down my phone. “This isn't funny.”
“I'm not laughing,sis. Keep going, we can see your headlights .” What am I doing? I’m basically relying on the fact that Nate and I had bonded a little and that both our parents are together. I’m not sure those facts are worth my life. No, he wouldn’t. I’m just being paranoid. The only time, except for school, where I didn’t bring my fucking pistol either. I sag in defeat. My dad will not be impressed with my not carrying, and my mom will no doubt be screaming at me from the other side about how these are the reasons why she and my dad educated me so much on firearms. I’ve failed as a fucking daughter. I shuffle up in my seat.
“Nate, I don’t fucking see anything up here but ja—OMG!” I slam on the breaks, all four tires locking up in a skid. I squeeze the steering wheel tightly, banging down the locks on the doors. “Nate!” I yell into the phone.
Silence.
Slowly, I look up out the front windscreen, the thick dust from my tires interrupting the loose gravel still floating in the air and that’s when I see it again.
Ten men.
Ten dark hoodies covering their faces.
Ten—“Nate..” understanding sets in. Ten.
Slamming the gear into reverse, I’m just about to floor it backwards—to hell with anything or anyone behind me—when my driver’s window smashes into a million pieces, the tiny shards of glass falling onto my lap. I scream, my hands coming up to shield my face just as an arm slips inside and pops up the lock.
A deep menacing chuckle breathes over the back of my neck just as a leather gloved hand wraps around my mouth and pulls me out of the car. “Hello Madison. You don't know us, but we know you. We want to play a game. Here's what happens if you lose...”
Silence.
“Nate!” I yell down my phone. “This isn't funny.”
“I'm not laughing,sis. Keep going, we can see your headlights .” What am I doing? I’m basically relying on the fact that Nate and I had bonded a little and that both our parents are together. I’m not sure those facts are worth my life. No, he wouldn’t. I’m just being paranoid. The only time, except for school, where I didn’t bring my fucking pistol either. I sag in defeat. My dad will not be impressed with my not carrying, and my mom will no doubt be screaming at me from the other side about how these are the reasons why she and my dad educated me so much on firearms. I’ve failed as a fucking daughter. I shuffle up in my seat.
“Nate, I don’t fucking see anything up here but ja—OMG!” I slam on the breaks, all four tires locking up in a skid. I squeeze the steering wheel tightly, banging down the locks on the doors. “Nate!” I yell into the phone.
Silence.
Slowly, I look up out the front windscreen, the thick dust from my tires interrupting the loose gravel still floating in the air and that’s when I see it again.
Ten men.
Ten dark hoodies covering their faces.
Ten—“Nate..” understanding sets in. Ten.
Slamming the gear into reverse, I’m just about to floor it backwards—to hell with anything or anyone behind me—when my driver’s window smashes into a million pieces, the tiny shards of glass falling onto my lap. I scream, my hands coming up to shield my face just as an arm slips inside and pops up the lock.
A deep menacing chuckle breathes over the back of my neck just as a leather gloved hand wraps around my mouth and pulls me out of the car. “Hello Madison. You don't know us, but we know you. We want to play a game. Here's what happens if you lose...”
Amo Jones
Quand elle ne crée pas de la magie, tu peux habituellement la trouver se relaxant devant la télé regardant les derniers épisodes de Supernatural ou de Vikings. ( Ce sera mis à jour selon qu'elle trouve de nouvelles émissions avec des acteurs sexy.)
Elle est la fière maman de 4 petites créatures qui sont sa raison de vivre, mais aussi sa raison de boire ...
Elle est la future épouse de l'amour de sa vie. Elle dit future épouse car elle lui fait un peu peur, et il n'a pas encore décidé si il veut l'épouser ou pas . Une relation passionnante quoi !
Elle aime rencontré de nouvelles personnes et croit que le monde a besoin de plus de gentillesse.
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