I’d never forgotten him - a man I’d yet to meet. Griffin Quinn was my childhood pen pal, the British boy who couldn’t have been more different from me. Over the years, through hundreds of letters, we became best friends, sharing our deepest, darkest secrets and forming a connection I never thought could break. Until one day, it did. Then, out of the blue, a new letter arrived. A scathing one - one with eight years of pent-up anger. I had no choice but to finally come clean as to why I stopped writing. Griffin forgave me, and we were able to rekindle our childhood connection.

I was upgraded to first class on a flight from London to New York. The food, champagne, and service were impeccable. The blue-eyed man sitting next to me, even better. He was suave and intelligent. We talked and laughed, and something clicked. Fate took over and the plane was grounded, and we had an unexpected stopover for the night. With no plans, we made our own.

It was supposed to be a harmless kiss at a lavish debutante ball. A clandestine moment with a handsome stranger. But unlike his namesake, my Romeo isn’t driven by love. He’s fueled by revenge. To him, I’m a chess piece. Leverage. His rival’s betrothed. To me, he is a man deserving of poison. A dark prince I refuse to marry. He thinks I’ll accept my fate. Well, I plan to rewrite it. And in my story, Juliet doesn’t die. But Romeo? He perishes.

I wasn’t supposed to be on that roof on Valentine’s Day. Neither was Kellan Marchetti, the school’s designated freak. We met on the verge of ending our lives. Somehow, the tattered strings of our tragedies tangled and tightened into an unlikely bond. We decided not to take the plunge and agreed to check on each other every Valentine’s Day until school ended. Same time. One roof. Two restless souls. We kept our promise for three years.

I fell in love with Beckett when I was 7. He broke my heart when I was 15. When I was 18, I promised myself I’d forget about him. And I did. For a dozen years. But now he’s back home. Here. In Darling Lake. And I don’t know if I should give in to the temptation swirling between us or run the other way.

To call Shane the man of the house still sounded strange, but something about calling him daddy just seemed right. Especially with my mom out of town. I had always suspected that the word made him hard when I looked into his eyes... Now, after Shane caught me spying on him, calling him daddy was about to take on a whole new meaning.

When I found out that Bella was coming on this trip, I knew that something taboo would happen. Just as luck would have it, there weren't enough beds in the girls' room. As soon as Bella volunteered to stay with me in my room, it was on.

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Sarah was a gorgeous girl, with long blonde hair and huge blue eyes, with a shy, innocent personality that made it hard not to feel protective of her. But something about the way she flung her arms around me and held me tight whenever she got scared drove me so fucking wild. Even though she was 18, she was so adorable that she would even call me daddy when she was clinging to me and trembling with fear. Whenever she did, I couldn’t stop from getting hard as steel as she pushed her hips into mine and we rocked our bodies together.

I knew he didn't want to take advantage of me. But after rescuing me, I needed him to strip me naked and hold me in his protective arms....