The Badboy Effect

The Badboy Effect

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He radiates mystery and danger, from the soles of his worn leather combat boots, to the tips of his dark radiator sunglasses. His lengthy trail of criminal activity only adds to his wicked allure and.... his irresistible charm. The authorities hate him, men envy him, and women swoon at the mere mention of him. But just who is this mystery man? He's known as "The Badboy", and the effect he has on others, males and females alike, is often inescapable. The swooning is first, then comes the wobbly knees, the inability to speak (normally), fainting, fangirling and even the occasional stalker or two. All of these ailments can be classified as "The Badboy effect", a condition that can be fatal. So far, Badboy Ethan Daggard has yet to encounter anyone who could resist him. He glided through life with ease, never failing to get any girl he wanted. That is, until he meets Calla Waldsmith. A girl who reacts with indifference instead of infatuation to his infamous bad boy charm. When Ethan begins to pursue Calla will she fall under his spell and become another nameless conquest, or will she be the one casting a spell on him...?
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Underage

I feel the breath of air on the back of my neck. My limbs freeze and my breath catches in my throat. The male hands grab me by the hips. I can't move. His lips are by my ear, grazing the skin, his teeth tugging on my earlobe. His breath is hot on my skin, his lips moving down to my neck. My head tilts slightly. I shake my head. He doesn't have a weapon, I do. I turn in his grip, raising my bat. He catches the swing with one hand. He doesn't even flinch. "I wouldn't do that baby." His voice is like velvet, filling up the room. His lips are back on my neck, his tongue trails over the skin. The voice, the lips, are familiar. "You might mess up my pretty face." "Pretty face, my ass." I let the bat drop to the floor in-between the two of us. I should've known. "What are you doing here?" "Besides scaring you shitless?" "You didn't-" "Don't lie, I saw what you did to those poor hangers." *** It's a game of cat and dog. A game that's lasted four years. A game that expires in three short months. It's a battle of wits, of sarcasm, of teasing one liners, of sloppy kisses that may lead to more but nothing passed physical. It's a game with no rules. And they seem to be breaking them all. Thea Shaw and Ethan Michaels have a complicated relationship. One that neither wants to come to an end. But with college nearing and feelings developing what will come of their little game? He promises her one last summer of underage fun; parties, sunsets, long talks, sweet kisses, and no talk of college until it's time to leave. There are only two ways this summer can end. Either in each other's arms or the breaking of their hearts. #4 in New Adult [COMPLETED]

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