Revenge: A Novella - Book 1: The Belmont University Series, #1

By Sierra Rose

*This is a 22,000 word new adult/romance novella*

18+ due to sex and language

No cliff hangars!

While at a frat party, Alexis Young runs into the guy who dumped her at prom. When he doesn't even remember her, she decides to make plans to get even. She hires him as her head bartender and plans to work him into the ground. But Art has other plans... Can she resist his incredible charm and pretty brown eyes? 

Meet 6 friends who all attend Belmont University.
Each book is designed to tell their unique story.

Alexis
Morgan
Juliet
Sophie
Erin
Lori
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dark Shadows Publishing
• Release date: Sep 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781501446566

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Books by Sierra Rose

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The Ashly Roberts Saga

The Ashly Roberts Book Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ8m9f7JDzk

Part 1 is a FREE read!

Stormy Love (Complete version of My Despicable Ex Parts 1 & 2)

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She thinks he’s despicable. He wants her back...with a vengeance. 

Short blurb: A woman must travel around the globe with her despicable ex in order to get her hands on her inheritance. 

Longer blurb: Ashly Roberts and Jake Connors are barely twenty when they decide to take the proverbial plunge and walk down the aisle to exchange vows in front of the dearly beloved. Basking in bridal bliss, Ashly feels she is living the perfect fairytale, until she’s faced with a runaway groom, dumped at the altar by bad-boy fiancé, Jake Connors. 

Five years later, Jake steps back into her life... 

He realizes that being a no-show for their nuptials was the worst mistake of his life. A little older and more mature, he is ready to fight for Ashly’s love once again. When Ashly sees him, she can’t deny the attraction she feels, but her hormones are overruled by the horror of what he did to her in the past. Nevertheless, Jake’s most potent weapon, those dazzling baby blues, ignites a spark in Ashly, no matter how angry she wants to be. She cannot deny the spark, and she only hopes the inferno it ignites will not consume her heart again. 

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Meet 6 friends who all attend Belmont University.

Each book is designed to tell their unique story.

Alexis

Morgan

Juliet

Sophie

Erin

Lori

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Let’s start with Alexis, shall

ALEXIS

My name is Alexis Young and I attend Belmont University in Los Angeles, California. I’d starred in so many high school productions, I’d lost count. So I decided to study acting at the college level. I’m a sophomore. The more I studied acting, the more I learned about the preparation it takes to breathe a character to life on stage or on film. Maybe one day, I just might make it. A girl can dream, right?

I swayed to the loud beat of the music and downed the rest of my beer. I simply couldn’t say no when my friend Juliet tried to drag me out to that frat party; I was ready for a good time—not to mention a date with a guy I’d been swooning over for weeks. He wasn’t there yet, but I couldn’t wait till he arrived. Today is my birthday so I wanted to celebrate on this wonderful September night.

Meanwhile, two tall guys danced next to me like they were competing in some sort of Dance Dance Revolution tournament. They’d spiked their vodka with Red Bull, so they were about as hyper as my little nieces. Maybe they thought they were being sexy, impressing us with their corny, klutzy moves, but Lori and Juliet and I just couldn’t stop laughing.

A short while later, another pathetically lonely guy wandered over and began unleashing his emotional baggage on me, talking about his broken heart. After three tequila shots, the sad sack was literally crying on my shoulder, like a baby. I didn’t know whether to burp him or offer him a fresh diaper, but I was really in no mood to play mother, therapist, or AA sponsor to a bawling, sniveling, drunken stranger.

Another guy spoke gibberish, slurring so badly that I wasn’t sure he was even speaking English. His actions, however, spoke loud and clear: He was ready and willing to take home anyone with a pulse—or maybe even someone without one.

I pushed the creeper away and patted the crier on the arm. She’s so not worth it, I consoled, trying to be polite. It’s a party. You’re here to have fun.

He burst out in more tears. "But I love her."

Where’s Sophie? I asked in Lori’s ear, over the loud boots-‘n’-pants rhythm of the dancing music. She’s the one who likes to listen to this crap and socialize at these things. I’m horrible at this kind of stuff.

Juliet pulled a random girl over, a blonde wearing far too much eyeshadow in a far too psychedelic color. Hey, this guy needs somebody to talk to, she explained, then pulled me away from the crybaby.

Another guy tapped me on the shoulder as he stumbled over his own two feet like Bambi on ice, except not nearly as cute.

Yeah? I said.

See her?

He pointed to a brunette sitting on the couch. She wasn’t much too look at, but she seemed to be having a good time. I’m drunk, he said, as if it wasn’t obvious, and now she finally looks like a blur with a vagina. I’m gonna tap that.

Loser! Juliet pushed him and sent him tumbling over a table, knocking red Solo cups of beer left and right. Oops, she said coyly. Oh well. He needs to sleep it off anyway. So...did you have a great birthday or what?

Another blonde, this one with cleavage as bubbly and bouncy as her personality, walked by and handed each of us a Jell-O shot.

Thanks, Juliet said as the booty-shorts-clad girl walked away, and we downed them in one gulp.

It was awesome! I said.

Just as the words left my lips, two guys bumped into me, strumming air guitars as if they were some kind of rockers instead of just two drunks at a party.

Sorry, the redhead said.

I smiled, and the wannabe rock star darted off into the crowd.

What happened to your original date, that guy you were gonna bring with you? Juliet asked.

Uh, he had to work and didn’t wanna come anyway. I was shocked when Brad came over and wished me a happy birthday after class yesterday.

Yeah. How did he know it was your birthday? You guys don’t even talk.

I guess he overheard me talking about it, I answered with a shrug. It was even more shocking that he asked me out.

Not so shocking. I mean, look at you, girl! she said. And he’ll definitely be the hottest guy here.

I smiled. I guess birthday wishes do come true.

Be careful though. I heard he’s a sneaky one. Loves to get girls drunk and can’t keep his dick in his pants. He’s sorta famous for one-night stands, and he can’t call a girl the next day to save his life. Now that I think about it, why are you going out with him anyway?

I can handle myself. This isn’t my first time around the block.

You got that right, girlfriend.

I’ll be sure to keep him in the friend zone for the first few dates. I just couldn’t resist those beautiful eyes of his, and he seemed sincere when he asked me out.

A few minutes later, Brad approached and handed me a beer. There you are, he said.

Speak of the devil, Juliet said with a wink.

We’ve been here a while, I said, looking up at him. I was just waiting for you.

Well, I’m here now.

Juliet winked. And so it begins. Watch out, Alexis.

Watch out? What’s up with that? Brad asked, staring at her ass as she walked away.

I sipped my beer. Nothing.

No, tell me. What? he asked.

Nothing, I repeated.

He made a gesture indicating he couldn’t hear me, then grabbed my hand and led me upstairs.

Let’s go somewhere quieter, he shouted over the loud music.

I wasn’t falling for that line. Brad... I said, hesitating, fully aware of why he was leading me to a secluded part of the house. We hadn’t even had a real conversation yet, and he seemed ready to bang my brains out. Part of me hoped I was wrong, because I really liked the guy. We’d been stealing glances at each other during class, but when he actually asked me out, I was floored. Three other girls in my class were actively trying to date him. I, on the other hand, had never been one to chase a guy; that just wasn’t my style. Then again, neither were one-night stands. I loved sex as much as any girl, but I needed my partner to actually know a little bit about me before he dived into my sweet haven.

I just wanna talk somewhere quieter, he said. I can’t hear you over all that blasting music.

We could just sit on the porch, I suggested.

Are you kidding? I can’t hear a thing out there either. Besides, those guys are peeing off the balcony. No golden showers for us.

I laughed. Whose house is this anyway? I asked, glancing around. We shouldn’t be up here.

No worries. It belongs to a guy I grew up with.

What’s his name?

Jerald Mulcher. He won’t mind. He looked into my eyes and smiled. I have a gift for you, but I want us to be alone when I give it to you.

I smiled as my heart skipped a beat. I was touched, and I only hoped the gift wasn’t just something from inside his pants. How romantic. I can’t believe you remembered my birthday.

How could I forget? I’ve been dying to give you this gift all day.

I smiled coyly. What is it?

You’ll see.

My eyes lit up with excitement and relief as he handed me a pink box with pink ribbon.

Open it, he said, eagerness in his voice.

I ripped off the paper and lifted the lid off the box, only to discover a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. Hmm. Kinky...and so not appropriate for this situation.

Happy birthday, he said.

I bit my lip as I pondered his gift-giving ability or lack thereof. Seriously? 

He cocked a brow. What? You don’t like it?

I knew then just how right Juliet was; I never should have accepted his invitation to go on a date. A zebra like him would never change his stripes, and I’d been an idiot to fall for his gorgeous looks. "This is, like, our first date and you’re giving me handcuffs? Gosh, Brad. While you were at it, why didn’t you just throw in a blindfold, some massage oil, and a freakin’ bullwhip too? What makes you think I’d be into