Westbrook Elite Series by Cambria Hebert

Making decisions I regret is basically a hobby. So I guess it really wasn’t that surprising when I went out on a date with an Elite. And then he tried to assault me. I might be small, but I’m not meek. I fought him off… then went straight to the dean. He didn’t believe me. No one does. And now my date from hell is in revenge mode, and I somehow end up in the campus pool. Did I mention I can’t swim? Lucky for me, a knight in shining armor saves me from drowning... moreMaking decisions I regret is basically a hobby. So I guess it really wasn’t that surprising when I went out on a date with an Elite. And then he tried to assault me. I might be small, but I’m not meek. I fought him off… then went straight to the dean. He didn’t believe me. No one does. And now my date from hell is in revenge mode, and I somehow end up in the campus pool. Did I mention I can’t swim? Lucky for me, a knight in shining armor saves me from drowning. Except he’s not wearing shining armor. He’s naked. And he’s also Elite. Seriously, what is up with these Elite swimmers? Of course, I have no intention of ever seeing his very good-looking, naked highness again. Elite obviously can’t be trusted. Until he wraps me in his hoodie and promises to believe me. Now I’m drowning again—but this time in his enigmatic cobalt eyes and addictive touch. My only oxygen is him. I think I maybe could fall in love. But will he keep his promise when I tell him the truth about his teammate? Or will trusting Ryan with my heart and my life be just another decision to regret? less

Ever feel like you’re being watched? It’s an awareness so familiar I adapted to it long ago. Then I enrolled at Westbrook University to chase my dream. and make up for someone else’s lost one. The prying eyes I’d known almost since birth…. They closed. Even still, I never got too close. I made friends with everyone but confided in no one. My dates were carefully chosen,. meaning I went out with guys I didn’t really like. And then I was attacked... moreEver feel like you’re being watched? It’s an awareness so familiar I adapted to it long ago. Then I enrolled at Westbrook University to chase my dream. and make up for someone else’s lost one. The prying eyes I’d known almost since birth…. They closed. Even still, I never got too close. I made friends with everyone but confided in no one. My dates were carefully chosen,. meaning I went out with guys I didn’t really like. And then I was attacked. I slept in Jamie’s bed while he stayed near me on the floor. He gave me his number, told me to call. Oh, I wanted to call. But I didn’t. Now those invisible, observant eyes that always seemed familiar have returned. But this time? They chill me to the bone. Someone is watching. Lurking. And it’s only a matter of time until whoever is out there does more than stare. The only place I feel truly safe is wrapped in the massive wingspan of an Elite swimmer. The very man I know I need to avoid. But as shit goes down, it becomes clear I’m going to have to surrender something…. My heart or my life. less

For me, choice might as well be a wish. My parents died in a fiery car crash when I was barely sixteen. I’m gay. I’m also totally in love with my brother. I didn’t choose any of that. In fact, I’ve tried like hell to deny it. But here I am in all my gay, brother-loving, no-parentals glory. Technically, Max isn’t my brother. Not by blood anyway. That should make it less ick, right? Considering he calls my parents mom and dad, probably not... moreFor me, choice might as well be a wish. My parents died in a fiery car crash when I was barely sixteen. I’m gay. I’m also totally in love with my brother. I didn’t choose any of that. In fact, I’ve tried like hell to deny it. But here I am in all my gay, brother-loving, no-parentals glory. Technically, Max isn’t my brother. Not by blood anyway. That should make it less ick, right? Considering he calls my parents mom and dad, probably not. Also, did I mention he’s straight? So that’s me: the freestyle swimmer doing my best to keep my sexuality on the down-low while simultaneously wishing my feelings for Max will evaporate into thin air. Too bad he acts like he’s my keeper and my heart shakes every time his eyebrow ring glints in the sun or he levels his opaque stare on me with an intensity matched by nothing else. My desire to keep my personal life personal drowns at the bottom of the pool when a fellow Elite lets everyone in on my business, which throws Max into macho protective mode all over again. Enough is enough, though. I’m forcing myself to move on. Maybe the best way to forget about my forbidden crush is to find a new one. I have options. More than I realized. Unfortunately, none of them are leather-wearing, tattoo-sporting, motorcycle-riding grumpholes. So here I am wishing for Max while someone else wishes for me. Someone who decides if they can’t have me…. No one will. Please note that WISH contains homophobia. There is also mention of off-page child abuse and parental death. This book also contains a male/male sibling-esque relationship and mentions of male assault. Some readers may find these things uncomfortable. less

For me, choice might as well be a wish. My parents died in a fiery car crash when I was barely sixteen. I’m gay. I’m also totally in love with my brother. I didn’t choose any of that. In fact, I’ve tried like hell to deny it. But here I am in all my gay, brother-loving, no-parentals glory. Technically, Max isn’t my brother. Not by blood anyway. That should make it less ick, right? Considering he calls my parents mom and dad, probably not... moreFor me, choice might as well be a wish. My parents died in a fiery car crash when I was barely sixteen. I’m gay. I’m also totally in love with my brother. I didn’t choose any of that. In fact, I’ve tried like hell to deny it. But here I am in all my gay, brother-loving, no-parentals glory. Technically, Max isn’t my brother. Not by blood anyway. That should make it less ick, right? Considering he calls my parents mom and dad, probably not. Also, did I mention he’s straight? So that’s the freestyle swimmer doing my best to keep my sexuality on the down-low while simultaneously wishing my feelings for Max will evaporate into thin air. Too bad he acts like he’s my keeper and my heart shakes every time his eyebrow ring glints in the sun or he levels his opaque stare on me with an intensity matched by nothing else. My desire to keep my personal life personal drowns at the bottom of the pool when a fellow Elite lets everyone in on my business, which throws Max into macho protective mode all over again. Enough is enough, though. I’m forcing myself to move on. Maybe the best way to forget about my forbidden crush is to find a new one. I have options. More than I realized. Unfortunately, none of them are leather-wearing, tattoo-sporting, motorcycle-riding grumpholes. So here I am wishing for Max while someone else wishes for me. Someone who decides if they can’t have me…. No one will. Please note that WISH contains homophobia. There is also mention of off-page child abuse and parental death. This book also contains a male/male sibling-esque relationship and mentions of male assault. Some readers may find these things uncomfortable. less

I don’t do commitment. And though I swing both ways, I don’t do men either. It’s too messy, too stressful, and just asking for trouble. I’d rather shine bright like the sun than drown in the rain, so I adopt a pounce-and-bounce lifestyle for which my sparkling charm keeps me from being hated. When I show up in Sweden for a semester abroad, I expect a roomie. What I don’t expect is Lars. The storm to my sun. The test of my patience... moreI don’t do commitment. And though I swing both ways, I don’t do men either. It’s too messy, too stressful, and just asking for trouble. I’d rather shine bright like the sun than drown in the rain, so I adopt a pounce-and-bounce lifestyle for which my sparkling charm keeps me from being hated. When I show up in Sweden for a semester abroad, I expect a roomie. What I don’t expect is Lars. The storm to my sun. The test of my patience. How easy he makes it to forget all my reasons for staying away from guys. No big deal. I’ll just pivot from pounce and bounce to roomies with benefits. I’ll get to indulge in that side of me, then leave it half a world away. What happens in Sweden stays in Sweden… until he follows me home. Lars shows up at Westbrook looking like my little brother’s new swim bro. Just as alluring as he did before. And all I can do is ask myself,. My resolve for an uncomplicated, stress-free life isn’t something I’m willing to give up for anyone, even if his icy-blond hair begs for my fingers and those pale-blue eyes are haunted by shadows. I might be the sun, but I am not his sun, and it’s not my job to chase away whatever sent him running here. He swears it isn’t me. But I’m calling bullshit. Why else would he show up on my turf? But then shit starts happening, and the shadows in his eyes turn to panic. I catch a glimpse of the bruises on his creamy, flawless skin. I can’t keep him at arm’s length anymore. I don’t want to. Protecting him means surrendering to everything I always refused. His destruction or mine. The choice is simple, so achingly absolute that I can’t help but wonder once more…. WTF? Please note that WTF contains stalking and domestic abuse (not between the main characters). There is also mention of (off-page) parental death. Some readers may find these things uncomfortable. less

I don’t do commitment. And though I swing both ways, I don’t do men either. It’s too messy, too stressful, and just asking for trouble. I’d rather shine bright like the sun than drown in the rain, so I adopt a pounce-and-bounce lifestyle for which my sparkling charm keeps me from being hated. When I show up in Sweden for a semester abroad, I expect a roomie. What I don’t expect is Lars. The storm to my sun. The test of my patience... moreI don’t do commitment. And though I swing both ways, I don’t do men either. It’s too messy, too stressful, and just asking for trouble. I’d rather shine bright like the sun than drown in the rain, so I adopt a pounce-and-bounce lifestyle for which my sparkling charm keeps me from being hated. When I show up in Sweden for a semester abroad, I expect a roomie. What I don’t expect is Lars. The storm to my sun. The test of my patience. How easy he makes it to forget all my reasons for staying away from guys. No big deal. I’ll just pivot from pounce and bounce to roomies with benefits. I’ll get to indulge in that side of me, then leave it half a world away. What happens in Sweden stays in Sweden… until he follows me home. Lars shows up at Westbrook looking like my little brother’s new swim bro. Just as alluring as he did before. And all I can do is ask myself,. My resolve for an uncomplicated, stress-free life isn’t something I’m willing to give up for anyone, even if his icy-blond hair begs for my fingers and those pale-blue eyes are haunted by shadows. I might be the sun, but I am not his sun, and it’s not my job to chase away whatever sent him running here. He swears it isn’t me. But I’m calling bullshit. Why else would he show up on my turf? But then shit starts happening, and the shadows in his eyes turn to panic. I catch a glimpse of the bruises on his creamy, flawless skin. I can’t keep him at arm’s length anymore. I don’t want to. Protecting him means surrendering to everything I always refused. His destruction or mine. The choice is simple, so achingly absolute that I can’t help but wonder once more…. WTF? Please note that WTF contains stalking and domestic abuse (not between the main characters). There is also mention of (off-page) parental death. Some readers may find these things uncomfortable. less

Pretty sure I was a serial killer in my past life. Because karma is kicking my ass in this one. Everything was copasetic. I was coasting on the wave of life… until a gnarly swell pulled me under, and I washed ashore to a nightmare. A nightmare there was no waking from. So I packed my shit and moved all the way to the other side of the country—to the only place someone was willing to give me a second chance. I came to swim, and though I’m on the team, I don’t want to be Elite... morePretty sure I was a serial killer in my past life. Because karma is kicking my ass in this one. Everything was copasetic. I was coasting on the wave of life… until a gnarly swell pulled me under, and I washed ashore to a nightmare. A nightmare there was no waking from. So I packed my shit and moved all the way to the other side of the country—to the only place someone was willing to give me a second chance. I came to swim, and though I’m on the team, I don’t want to be Elite. These bros are exactly like the ones I left behind, and I’m not stupid enough to get betrayed again. But then karma shows up and laughs right in my face. I slept with my coach’s daughter. Because of course I fucking did. And though she calls to me like a siren, that night was just a distraction. A one-time thing. Until she shows up at Daddy’s pool as the assistant coach. Now the very girl I can’t get off my mind is the one just declared off-limits. Naturally, my heart decides it can’t beat without her jade stare, sassy mouth, and car that cruises so slow it uses a calendar as a speedometer. Now I’m at the top of Coach’s shit list, and everything I left in Cali comes knocking at my door. With Landry’s safety on the line, I won’t just roll over and take it. This time, I’ll put up a fight. There’s no telling what I’ll do or how far I’ll go to make sure Landry isn’t punished for standing by my side. When things get dangerous, I know this wildcard can’t play this game alone. Because even if trusting people doesn’t come easy… loving her does. Wildcard is a college sports romance novel that can be read as a standalone. less

Most people think I’m a moron. In actuality, I’m a man with a plan. It’s one of those three-year plans that takes longer than three years. Still, I’ve been making it happen. Checking off those to-dos and turning them into to-dones. Everything is almost lined up. And then my phone rings. By the time I get to Jess, she’s unconscious and bleeding. My carefully crafted plan blows up in my face. I tell the hospital we’re engaged... moreMost people think I’m a moron. In actuality, I’m a man with a plan. It’s one of those three-year plans that takes longer than three years. Still, I’ve been making it happen. Checking off those to-dos and turning them into to-dones. Everything is almost lined up. And then my phone rings. By the time I get to Jess, she’s unconscious and bleeding. My carefully crafted plan blows up in my face. I tell the hospital we’re engaged. We aren’t, but apparently, in that place, you need a permission slip to see your most important, so I do what has to be done. I toss together an epic apology salad for when she opens her eyes, and when she does…. She asks me who I am. I’m willing to overlook the insult since, you know, head injury, but then Nurszilla spills the beans on our pending nuptials. And just like that, my friend turns into my fiancé, and I’m not even mad at it. How could I be? Her curves fit in my arms perfectly. Kissing her is like whoa and makes me forget I’m living a lie. I know I have to come clean, but someone dirtier than me is stalking my final girl, and until she remembers who, it’s on me to keep her safe. The closer we get, the guiltier I feel. When all this is over, will she forgive me? Or will everything I’ve done cost me everything I’ve always wanted? less

Can you whisper? Something I never thought I’d ask the guy who is exactly my type. but completely wrong for me. Someone I sneak secret glances at from a distance while vowing to never get too close. And then I get tossed in jail. With him. Know how forced proximity and extreme panic go together? They don’t. And the walls I spent a lifetime erecting around me crack,. giving him an intimate view of all the secrets I work so hard to protect... moreCan you whisper? Something I never thought I’d ask the guy who is exactly my type. but completely wrong for me. Someone I sneak secret glances at from a distance while vowing to never get too close. And then I get tossed in jail. With him. Know how forced proximity and extreme panic go together? They don’t. And the walls I spent a lifetime erecting around me crack,. giving him an intimate view of all the secrets I work so hard to protect. Color me surprised when the pierced, tattooed DJ doesn’t recoil or call me a freak. Arsen gets me through the night, his attention like a match to my insides,. lighting me on fire and making me burn. Keeping my distance is impossible. My body begs to be near him, but we just don’t mix. He’s fire. I’m water. Sound is his superpower but my kryptonite. For once in my life, my heart is louder than my head, and I can’t stay away. But it seems following my heart leads me straight into trouble. Turns out I’m not the only one who thinks maybe Arsen and I don’t belong together,. and the people who agree will go to extremes to make sure we stay apart. Whisper is a male/male Westbrook Elite standalone novel, a college sports romance featuring:. Opposites attract. A single jail cot. Star-crossed lovers. Auditory disability rep (misophonia & tinnitus). Hurt/Comfort. Bromance/Found family. OTT possessive MC. less