The Forever Crew is Book 3 of the Adamson All-Boys Academy Series by CM Stunich.
The secret is out.
I’m officially dating the entire Student Council, but that’s not the only thing that’s outside the norm at Adamson All-Boys Academy.
Nah, I think the murders are a bit more remarkable, although my dad might disagree. He’s not exactly thrilled with my fake fiancé or the other four boys that make my pulse race.
With two current students dead, and three attackers on my tail, it looks like I’m next. The fact that I’m a target isn’t in question, but are the people closest to me involved somehow? Everyone’s a suspect—my family, my classmates, even my new boyfriends.
Okay, that’s it. I’m going to do it: I’m going to attend Adamson in a fucking skirt, and kick some ass.
Follow the clues, catch the bad guys, secure my future. Because, murder-mysteries aside, this is my final year of high school, and nothing lasts forever, right? Not even a forever crew.
***THE FOREVER CREW is a 120,000 word lighthearted reverse harem/high school/murder-mystery romance novel with a bully/suspense twist. This is book three of three in the series (with a fourth book crossover coming, titled “Orientation”, that connects this series with my “Rich Boys of Burberry Prep” series). Contains foul language and sexual scenes; any sex featured is consensual.
Excerpt The Forever Crew (Adamson All-Boys Academy Book 3) by CM Stunich
***POSSIBLE SPOILERS, DO NOT READ UNTIL YOU HAVE FINISHED BOOK #2***
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THE FOREVER CREW (Adamson All-Boys Academy #3)
(C) C.M. Stunich
Drip, drip, drip.
That’s the sound the blood makes as it slides down the dead student’s arm, a crimson pool forming below the fingers of his outstretched hand. It’s the only noise I can hear above the rushing surge of my pulse and the ragged, frantic inhales of my breath.
I turn around and find Spencer standing there, dressed in a black hoodie and smelling like cigarettes.
A black hoodie.
Why the hell is he wearing a black hoodie?!
“I saw you running—” he starts as I scramble away and find my feet. It’s like, way early in the morning, and Spencer is out here smoking? It doesn’t make sense. Add in the black hoodie, and Church with the knife, and … “What the fuck is that?!” He chokes out, pointing behind me in the direction of the shrine.
“I …” There’s not enough time for me to get a single sentence out before two of the killers come crashing through the bushes.
Two killers … and Spencer Hargrove in a hoodie, awake at an hour he never is.
TO BE CONTINUED …