Voclain Academy Series by Jordan Grant

Ian Beckett, according to Harlow:. He was the mean guy of Voclain Academy, the all-American quarterback and captain of the baseball team 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... moreIan Beckett, according to Harlow:. He was the mean guy of Voclain Academy, the all-American quarterback and captain of the baseball team 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, breathing life into my black heart. Your move, sweetness. We’ve only just begun. less

When I broke my arm in fifth grade, the doctor told my parents and me that it would grow a callous, a protective shield, which would make it stronger than ever before. I’m like that bone. I won’t break. I’ve already been broken, and I’m stronger for it. I’ve grieved for my brother. I’ve hated myself. I have healed. Bring it on, Voclain Academy. — Harlow. I’ve ruled these grounds for three long years... moreWhen I broke my arm in fifth grade, the doctor told my parents and me that it would grow a callous, a protective shield, which would make it stronger than ever before. I’m like that bone. I won’t break. I’ve already been broken, and I’m stronger for it. I’ve grieved for my brother. I’ve hated myself. I have healed. Bring it on, Voclain Academy. — Harlow. 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. Watch your back, Voclain. — Ian. less