Dominique Price hates me.
He wants me.
He can never have me.
At least that’s what I tell him.
Good looking, arrogant, football God, everything comes so easy for him. I won’t be just another game to win.
It doesn’t matter that I want him.
It doesn’t matter that with just one look, he takes my breath away.
He’s my brother's best friend and officially off limits.
But when he touches me, I forget what we’re supposed to be.
Acquaintances. Enemies. Nothing.
And I dream of what we could be.
Friends. Lovers. Everything.
If only everyone’s expectations weren’t standing in the way.
Dominique stalks across the living room and mutters out a “baby Henderson,” in greeting as soon as he sees me.
My shoulders stiffen. He knows how much I hate when he calls me that.
“Satan,” I respond, lifting my cup in salute.
He stops and turns toward me, a single arrogant brow raised in question. “Satan?”
I shrug. “Self appointed Devil,” I remind him.
He snorts. “No one’s called any of us Devils since Highschool.”
Another shrug. “I know. That’s why I gave you an upgrade. Satan is much more fitting, don’t you think?”
 | Roman Valdez is the Devil. He sneers at me. He hates me. He wants to hurt me. Let him try. He thinks he’s untouchable. The self-appointed Devil of Sun Valley High. But I’ve already lost everything and everyone I care about. It’s me he should be afraid of. Not the other way around. Because I have nothing left to lose, and he can’t break what’s already broken. At least, that’s what I thought. But when the Devil begins picking up the pieces, I realize while he might not break me. He can absolutely shatter me, heart and soul. And I just might let him. Wicked Devil is a stand-alone, high school romance with enemies to lovers/bullying themes. It deals with sensitive subjects some may find triggering and is recommended for mature readers 17+ |
 | It’s hard to deny a Devil … Especially one who promises you a night you’ll never forget. One night. No exchanging names. No exchanging numbers. That was the deal we made. I was moving away. I’d never see him again and I wanted to leave Sun Valley with zero regrets. Only I got more than I bargained for and nine months later delivered a bundle of joy complete with ten tiny fingers and ten perfect toes. A year and a half later, I’m back. And this Devil is no longer the devil in my dreams. Now he haunts my nightmares. He’s savage. He’s sinful. And I’m barely a blip on his radar. I came with good intentions. Determined to tell him the truth. But with so much on the line, I’m beginning to reconsider. Because making a deal with the devil again just might be another mistake. |
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sounds so good.
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