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220 pages, ebook
First published April 26, 2017
Growing up Grace had always told me that you can be a bad boy and still be a good man. I think I was finally understanding what that meant.
We struggle. We overcome. We’re loyal. We love with everything we have and fight with everything and more.
“The greatest gift I was ever given, was death. Because only then did I learn what it meant to truly live.”
“Ummm...what the hell is that?” Kevin asked, looking at the table in the trailer.
“Manure,” I answered.
“Really?”
“No. Not really,” I sighed. “It’s a body-shaped plastic bag, Kevin. What the fuck do you think it is?” I snapped my fingers in front of his face to get his attention. “Now listen up, Daniel-son.”
“Who is it?” Kevin asked, entirely too focused on what was going on in the trailer. His gaze followed Jake’s every move as he sharpened one of the knives from the wall with a steel sharpener.
“The dead have no names,” I said.
“That’s a line from Game of Thrones,” Kevin pointed out.
“That doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
Tears welled up in his eyes. He cleared his throat and leaned in close so that his cheek was touching mine. “Okay, I’ll tell you.” He sighed. “Your injuries are the product of a horrible sex swing accident. The nurse said it was the worst one the hospital has ever seen. Don’t you worry your pretty head though. They’ve successfully retrieved the gerbil. He’s a bit shaken up, but they think he’s going to pull through.” I laughed, because it was Preppy and impossible not to.
Even though Dre and Preppy are now together and adopting Bo, the emotions run high in this one. There is someone still out to get them and they don’t know who it is. Preppy has a new brother that he doesn’t know much about and the guys still don’t know all the people involved in the coverup to fake Preppy’s death. Suffice it to say, I laughed, I cried and I totally loved every minute of it!
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Preppy’s love wasn’t ‘romantic’. It was beautifully painful. It was the storming-the-castle, take-no-prisoners kind of love and I never wanted to escape from it. From him.
We struggle. We overcome. We’re loyal. We love with everything we have and fight with everything and more.
Taming Preppy would be like trying to put a leash on the wind.
“Love doesn’t even begin to cover it, Doc,”
"You should know by now, Doc, that even death can't keep a motherfucker down."
"YOU are my life."Preppy Part Three picks up directly after Preppy Part Two. Preppy and Dre are in the middle of a crisis, and it is up to Preppy, King, and Bear to come together and unveil their wrath once again. Anyone who dares to threaten "the family" is bound to end up dead. These boys have no problem protecting their women and Preppy is recklessly in love with Dre and will do anything to keep her safe.
"Samuel Clearwater. You're everything. Because you are the light in all of my dark."As Preppy and Dre begin to settle into their new lives, demons from their past continue to lurk around every corner. The connection between Dre and Preppy is stronger than ever, and nothing is going to keep these two from finding their happily ever after. With the commanding presence of King, Bear, Thia, Ray, Jake (YUM), and few other notable characters, Preppy Part Three offers an extraordinary conclusion to this epic series.
"I felt it in my nipples, in my skin, in my fingertips. Bursts of pleasure that weren't like a wave, but like lights growing brighter and brighter until the glass bulbs shattered all around us."Told in dual POV, Preppy Part Three is full of action, passion, and complex characters that are driven to protect one another. Preppy is by far my favorite character of the series due to his unabashed view on life. His ADD brain never stops. The combination of his inner monologue and the dialogue that comes out of his mouth kept a smile on my face and a tender burn in my heart the entire read. The darkest and most brutal moments are saturated with quirky cleverness as the dialogue bursts with color. Dre and Preppy are both broken, and together they make each other whole. Every moment with this motley crew is simply unforgettable, and this final installment was utterly flawless.
"That family runs thicker than blood. Blood you’d spill for them, even if it’s your own."
“I’m everything you shouldn’t want for your daughter. Loud. Rude. Crude. I’m sure this is the part where I’m supposed to confess to you that I’ve done things I’m not proud of, but that’s the thing, I’m pretty fucking proud of everything I’ve done."
"I will not kill anyone with an axe without permission."
“Not even death do us part."
...family to me was everything, but the saying that blood was thicker than water didn't mean jack shit to me because I knew who my family was and blood was something we spilled for one another, not shared.
"The greatest gift I was ever given, was death. Because only then did I learn what it meant to truly live."
"You are the light in all my dark."
"Not even in death do us part."
THE MOTHERFUCKING END
“You should know by now, Doc, that even death can’t keep a motherfucker down,” preppy said with a devilish smile.
“You’re never leaving me. Say it. You’re never fucking leaving me,” Preppy ground out.
I wanted to say the words back, but I was literally being fucked senseless. I began to see stars. Brief flashes of white light as he fucked the words into my heart…
Passionate. Relentless. Rough. Frenzied.
We were all of that and more.
So much more.
“Samuel Clearwater, I promise I’ll never leave you,” I whispered, my voice as shaky as my limbs. “I love you.”
Preppy closed his eyes. A lazy, satisfied smile appeared on his face. He dropped his head back onto my chest. “Love doesn’t even begin to cover it, Doc.”
“Ummm…what the hell is that?” Kevin asked, looking at the table in the trailer.
“Manure,” I answered.
“Really?”
“No. Not really,” I sighed. “It’s a body-shaped plastic bag, Kevin. What the fuck do you think it is?”
The saying that blood was thicker than water didn’t mean jack shit to me because I knew who my family was and blood was something we spilled for one another, not shared.