Hello, guys, and welcome back!
If you're new here, this is the fourth book in a series of interconnected stand-alones. While I advise that you read the rest of them first, you can start here.
Book one, Dive, book two, Glide, and book three, Split, are completed on my profile.
ARCHER SALISBURY:
We're in the last sprint before the Olympics, and my spot on the Medley team is hanging by a thread.
I don't have time for distractions... or competition.
But I get both in the form of an aggravating new roommate and annoyingly talented teammate: Leroy James.
With my parents breathing down my neck and my team taking a liking to Leroy, I feel like the walls are closing in on me.
And to top it all off, Leroy is devastatingly handsome and completely unavailable—keeping my eyes to myself has never been more crucial. Or impossible.
He's the rival I never wanted and the person I crave more each day but can never have.
This year is going to be hell.
LEROY JAMES:
Changing city, college, and team a year before the Olympics is less than ideal.
Also not ideal? Sharing a dorm with a deviously attractive swimmer with a mean streak.
Archer Salisbury hates me on sight.
He's rich, ruthless in the pool, and has a girlfriend for every day of the week.
Between caring for my father and trying to swim myself into a spot on Team USA before it's too late, I don't have time for this new rivalry, but winding him up is too easy and too much fun.
Archer is intent on making my life more miserable than it already is, and yet I can't help craving a taste. He's the forbidden fruit; I only want to corrupt him.
I'll be going straight to hell.
Tropes
Swimmer + swimmer
Enemies-to-lovers
Roommates
Spicy
Warning: This book is intended for a mature audience as it contains explicit sexual content and heavy subjects.
Trigger warnings: Homophobia, bullying, loss of vision.
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- Hanna 💙
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RomanceBook #4 in the Medley Series ARCHER SALISBURY: We're in the last sprint before the Olympics, and my spot on the Medley team is hanging by a thread. I don't have time for distractions... or competition. But I get both in the form of an aggravating...