Excerpt The Secret Girl by CM Stunich

Apr 242019

The Secret Girl – Expected May Release, probably the 19th

by CM Stunich


Shh, I have a secret.

The four sinfully gorgeous kings of this school—Church, Ranger, Micah and Tobias—can’t ever find out.

I already get picked on because my father’s the headmaster.
I don’t need them to know I’m the only girl, too; I’d rather dress like a boy.

Adamson All-Boys Academy now has its only female student, but I’m not about to be their guinea pig.

Not when there’s a secret at this school nobody is talking about. Not when the last female student here ended up dead.

Last update: 17.05.2019

Author’s Note:

“Aiming to get this one out on Sunday! (no promise, but that’s the aim! LOL) Here’s a little teaser to whet the appetite …

**POSSIBLE MINOR SPOILER, so up to you if you want to read!**


“Well, hello Chuck,” Micah purrs, and I swear, I can feel Tobias bristling behind me. His twin runs a single finger down the side of my face and then under my jaw, down my throat, and along the edge of the cover-up I’ve got on over my bathing suit. It’s got a sweetheart neckline that he traces reverently before lifting his eyes from my collarbone to my face. “Who knew the short, ugly guy at school was actually a hot chick underneath it all?”

“You’re a serious jerk, you know that?” I snap back, reaching up to adjust my glasses before I realize that I’ve got contacts in. Micah grins and captures my hand in his, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He kisses each knuckle individually, and then curls his fingers through mine. My heart is racing so damn fast in that moment that I can barely breathe, our eyes locked, his body warm beneath mine.

Finally, he leans in toward me and brushes his lips across mine, this barely there tease that leaves me aching and wanting so hard that my mind is obliterated for anything else.

And then the dickhead pulls away, and I’m left blinking in surprise.

“That was it?” I ask, and Micah smiles mischievously at me.

“What? You didn’t think I was going to press my advantage and try to tongue you or anything, right?” He touches his long fingers to his chest and bats his eyelashes at me. “I’m just not that sort of guy.” Micah shrugs his shoulders loosely and smirks. “Besides, I think my brother’s getting a little jealous.”


(C) C.M. Stunich

After school, I make a beeline for my new dorm room, shove my way into the building and bump into a broad chest. Taking a few steps back, I look up and blink the surprise from my face. Even though I practically ran across the lawns, my backpack bobbing, somebody’s made it here before me.

And not just anybody: Church Montague, the student body president.

I know who he is because his stupid, smiling face is on all the brochures. He’s some sort of, like, golden child or something.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Carson,” he says, putting his hands on his hips and looking me over.

Glancing up from under a flop of curly blonde hair, I study him. Church is blond, too, and tall. Crazy tall. He’s got a handsome, smiling face, and a chipper demeanor that immediately puts me on edge. He’s going to want to be friends, and I’m absolutely not interested in making friends with anyone at this school.

There’s a long, awkward pause as Church waits for me to respond.

When he bends down and peers into my face, I swing my backpack around between us and clutch it like a shield.

“Shy, huh?” he queries, but I’m still not interested in having a conversation with him. What if I start talking and he immediately knows what I’m hiding? Then what? I do not want to be a spectacle here. I don’t want to be anything here, but an easily forgettable shadow in the corner. Then when I get home to California, everything will go back to normal and I can forget all about this. “You are Charlie Carson, the headmaster’s son, correct?”

A brisk nod from me, and Church straightens back up. I sigh with relief as he wrinkles his brows and cocks his head at me. Back home, had I met this guy and not already been in a relationship, I would’ve swooned. As things stand right now, I just want him to go away, so I can get to my room.

*My room in the boys’ dormitory,* I think with a prickle of terror. Even Dad was a bit iffy about it. He insisted I stay with him in the headmaster’s quarters, but the board rejected the idea. They’ve already made an exception about giving me a roommate—for obvious reasons—so I at least have my own space. Promises to finish construction on the half-completed future girls’ dormitory next door have been made, but I don’t plan to stick around long enough to live there.

“Well,” Church continues as the door opens behind me, and boys pour in. The color drains from my face as they surround me in a sea, and the twins appear on either side of him. “We thought you might want a tour of the academy.”


There are shelves on one wall stocked with shampoo, conditioner, fresh bars of soap wrapped in paper wrappers, brand-new loofahs, scrub brushes, towels, and more. I’m pretty blown away.

“Please take all used items back to your dorm room in a shower caddy. Any used items left will be discarded. Thanks. —Adamson Academy staff.” I glance down and find a row of wooden shower caddies on the bottom shelf, selecting one and setting it aside. Then I take my sweet time picking out my soaps and body washes.

“This shit is so luxe,” I grumble, thinking about how much the shampoo I’m holding would cost in a salon. And it’s just sitting here, free for anyone to take?

Then, of course, I realize how stupid that sounds. Tuition money for a year at Adamson is literally double the yearly wage my father made at his last job. There’s only maybe three high schools in the entire country that cost more, and they’re all snobby prep schools like Burberry Academy. Gross.

The students here are so rich that stealing something as stupid as a bar of fifty dollar soap (yeah, it’s a thing, I know) doesn’t actually occur to them.

Author’s note:

“These pictures are my best picks for Charlotte aka Charlie from my upcoming bully romance release, “The Secret Girl”

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