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Chryseum Reformatory Academy aka the Asylum. This is where the rich send their screwed-up sons and daughters, delivering them to a prison in the Catskills of New York. The Asylum doesn’t cure. It camouflages, protecting old money from apples rotting on the family tree. They call me a psychopath, a lunatic, unhinged. But here, I am god. Now, say your prayers at the door, pet, because this is my senior year, my school, my world.

I’ve ruled these grounds for three long years. I should have been expelled on at least six separate occasions, and those are just the ones I remember between the booze and the blackouts. I was a king known for a quick fuse and an even quicker right hook. But I promised Harlow I would holster my fists senior year. Some of my classmates bring out the worst in me though and keeping that promise is going to be harder than I thought. She’s the only tether on my wrath. Pull that tether too tight, and it will snap. Then Hell will unleash on all of us.

What do you do when your hand is forced? You fight back. You kick and scream and claw your way out of it. And when you can’t kick and scream and claw any longer, your knees buckle, and you give in to the weight of the world. I never wanted this for us. I never wanted to make her my enemy, not ever, not again, but we are both trapped, and only one of us ever had a chance.

A tortured antihero bound to a brutal contract. A broken heroine with a sharp tongue. A relationship that could save them both if she’ll allow it. From Jordan Grant comes an enemies-to-lovers, 94,000-word romance that takes the listener on a wild ride of epic clap-backs, grade-A dirty talk, addiction, and loss.

I loved her when she was just a splattering of freckles and big brown eyes. When she brought an extra sugar cookie just for me in the first grade. When our class goldfish died and she held me in front of everyone until I stopped crying. I loved her even more when she had another man’s baby. But I hate her for what she did. A chess move in a game of unforgivable sin. I hate myself even more for what I’m going to do to her. I wanted her gone, but I was the one who left. Now, I’ve returned and I have no intention of leaving again.

A tortured antihero bound to a brutal contract. A broken heroine with a sharp tongue. A relationship that could save them both if she’ll allow it.

Ian Beckett, according to Harlow: He was the mean guy of Voclain Academy, the all-American quarterback and captain who ruled Voclain with a bloodied, iron fist. He was my gorgeous enemy turned my salvation. Then he was mine. But I worry I’ve unleashed the monster from the closet, and no way am I locking him back inside. Harlow Weathersby, according to Ian: She was the only thing unattainable I’d ever wanted, beautiful but with an bite, like a snowstorm come to life. Now, she and her smart mouth are mine. She is perfectly imperfect devastation. Your move, sweetness.