Chaos at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #2) by C.M. Stunich
There’s one gang you don’t piss off at Prescott High, not unless you want them to destroy you.
The Havoc Boys.
My enemies turned friends turned lovers.
These boys have never been saints, but this war that’s brewing is resurrecting their inner demons.
Once upon a time, I was their target. This time, I’m calling the shots.
Senior year is my year.
This year, I’m going to bring down my enemies.
This year, I’m going to run my tongue along the blade of vengeance and taste blood.
The Havoc Boys are mine, and we were here first.
You don’t mess with a Havoc Girl without paying the price.
You don’t start a rebellion without a little bloodshed.
My boys and I don’t mind using two wrongs to make a right—I just hope our brewing obsession with one another doesn’t kill us all first.
CHAOS AT PRESCOTT HIGH is a 150,000 word mature high school/new adult romance with enemies-to-lovers/love-hate themes. It has brief flashbacks of past bullying incidents as well as foul language and sexual scenes; any sex featured is consensual. This is a reverse harem novel, meaning the main character has more than one love interest. This is book two of three in the series.
Chaos at Prescott High by C.M. Stunich will be released on July 15, 2020
Excerpt Chaos at Prescott High by C.M. Stunich
DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED “HAVOC AT PRESCOTT HIGH”
(C) C.M. Stunich
There are two sides to every story, but sometimes, only one of them is true.
According to my stepfather, my sister Penelope was a sad, lonely, little girl who was desperate for attention. It’s why she made up those lies; it’s why she killed herself.
Looking into his dark gaze, I can tell we both know better.
“Take a seat,” Neil Pence repeats, dressed in his uniform and smiling like only he can, like a gator who’s just scented his next meal at the edge of the swamp. His brown hair is disheveled, his stubble thick around those thin lips of his. I’ve never wanted to see someone dead the way I do him. “That blood real?”
“Costume blood,” I say, worrying about Callum, about all the boys really. Wondering if Danny Ensbrook really would’ve shot me in the face if given the chance. Aaron is stone-still behind me, so I reach back and grab his hand. It kills me a little bit, to touch him like that, but there are bigger things at play here than our bullshit feelings for each other. “What are you doing in Aaron’s house?”