Wicked Liars: A Dark High School Bully Romance

Book 1: Windsor Academy

by Laura Lee

Genres: New Adult & College; Erotic & Steamy Romance; New Adult Romance; Romantic Suspense; Enemies to Lovers; Multicultural & Interracial Romance; dark romance; New Adult romance; Bully Romance; Angst Drama; complete series; kindle unlimited; interracial romance

Synopsis

Liars.

Every last one of them.

The kings and queens of my new high school.

The father and stepmother I never knew.

Each has more wealth and privilege than I could've ever imagined.

Each has a pile of wicked dirty secrets they'd do anything to protect.

 

These people have grown accustomed to getting what they want and what they want is to make my life a living hell.

 

Too bad for them, you can't break someone who's already broken.

Too bad for them, I won't give up without a fight.

Too bad for them, I'm going to make them pay...even if it's the last thing I do.

 

*Wicked Liars is book 1 of 3 in the Windsor Academy series. It cannot be read as a standalone and does end in a cliffhanger. This is a dark high school non-reverse harem bully romance that may contain triggers for sensitive readers. Due to mature subject matter, it is recommended for readers 17+ only.

Release date: April 3, 2020

Publisher: Lovestruck Publishing LLC

Print pages: 313

Content advisory: Themes of bullying, drug use, violence, and sexual assault.

Sample

PROLOGUE

 

JAZZ

It’s funny the things you think of when you’re dying. Like, I wonder what kind of birthday cake Ainsley got? I was hoping for chocolate, maybe with a raspberry filling... although, I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore. Or... it’d be really cool if I was walking on the beach right now, feeling the ocean tickle my toes as the waves crash against the shore. I bet some local going out for a jog will find my body. Haven’t you ever noticed that? Runners always find the dead bodies. I can see the headlines now: 

 

Teenager Stabbed to Death in Quaint, Mountain Town 

It’ll shake up this community temporarily, but before you know it, I’ll just be that poor girl who died by the water’s edge. Goosebumps scatter across my flesh as a chill courses through my body. Damn, it’s cold up here. Of course, the one time I actually wear a dress, I get stuck out in the wilderness. 

 

What really pisses me off—and yes, I have every right to be pissed as I lie here bleeding out—is that I can’t stop thinking about the fact the people responsible for this will get away with it. They’ll graduate high school, go off to college, eventually get married and pop out pretentious little babies, never looking back. Never knowing what it’s like to have consequences for their actions. These people will always live in a world where you can solve any problem, get away with any vile act, by throwing a little money around. 

My body sinks into the ground, the smell of mud and copper assaulting my senses. I really should get help, but moving isn’t exactly an option. Screaming isn’t one either—I’ve already tried that, and all I have to show for it is a raw throat. My head lolls to the side, eyes falling to the glassy surface of the lake as the fingers on my non-broken hand flutter over my abdomen, unsuccessfully trying to staunch the flow of sticky blood. 

As I stare unblinkingly at the full moon reflecting off the lake’s surface, I realize the irony of my situation. I’m no stranger to violence—I’ve spent most of my life surrounded by it. When you’re impoverished, or craving your next fix, you’d be surprised what people will do when desperation sinks in. That’s why my mother taught me to be vigilant, to take precautions. I took her lessons to heart and managed to survive over seventeen years without incident. 

It fucking figures that when I actually do become a victim of violence, it’s in a place drenched in wealth. 

 

I suppose that’s what I get for trusting a liar.