The Dare (Briar U, #4)

by Elle Kennedy

truly believe that all body types are beautiful. It’s only when I look in the mirror that I forget. My

Whistle, skate. Whistle, shot. Whistle, kill me.

can we make a mood board specifically for this man

Foster’s going to find his car stuffed full of dildos sometime in the very near future.

He directs this to the boyfriends, who each blurt out clichés in a mad scramble to avoid winding up in the doghouse. “Yeah, if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be,” says Cory. “When you know, you know,” agrees Shep.

these poor boys

Conor Fucking Edwards.

She’s been to her bleach dealer, it seems. Her hair is now a shade of white that somehow absorbs all natural light and reflects only blinding bitch.

“Society tells boys to divide and conquer, and tells girls to save ourselves for some younger future version of our father. Just doing some quick math in my head and…yep, that comes out to a bunch of hypocritical bullshit. Your self-worth is not tied up in your vagina or how many girls came before you.”

“Only thing going down your throat tonight is water or juice or my fist,” he warns. “Sounds delicious.”

conor fucking edwards

I violently don’t want to be here. As in, I’m considering grabbing a steak knife off the nearest table and taking a hostage on my way out a shattered window to make my escape.

I expect she’ll soon have portraits of herself riding dolphins and shooting lasers out of her eyes hanging in every room.