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Saint View High, #2

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They betrayed me.

Three boys I thought I knew.

Leaving me with the one I thought I hated most.

It was him who carried my broken, beaten body. Him who cleaned my wounds and held me tight.

The prince to my princess.


I won’t be that girl anymore. The one who fell for their smooth words and smoldering looks.

Colt is key to never being her again.

There’s still a killer on the loose.

Still a murder left unsolved.

Still three boys who own my heart.

But some dangerous little secrets are better left buried.

His is one of them.


Dangerous Little Secrets is the story of three bad boys and a girl who knows how to stand her ground. It is a mature high school/new adult, #whychoose romance, meaning the main character has more than one love interest. This book contains enemies-to-lovers and bullying themes. It is the second book in an ongoing trilogy and cannot be read as a standalone. Book 1 is Devious Little Liars.


I stared at him for a long moment, then held my hand out. “Give me your keys.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? You want to go sit in the car?”

“No, I want them because you’re a cocky son of a bitch. And if that guy kills you, I still want to be able to get home tonight.”

Buck chuckled.

Colt’s lips curled upwards. He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “It’s seriously fucking hot when you talk like that, you know?”

I shoved him away. Because it was his presence that got me hot. In more places than one. He pulled his keys from his pocket and made a show of dropping them into my hand. Then shrugged out of his leather jacket and tossed it at me.

It hit my chest and slid to the ground. “You want me to hold your shit? Ask.”

Amusement danced all over his face. “You’re such a fucking firecracker. Please, Lacey. Will you hold my things while I go kick this guy’s ass?”

I held my arms out. Colt crouched, sweeping his jacket from the ground, his gaze burning over my thighs and belly as he straightened. He placed the jacket in my arms, before pulling off the t-shirt he’d worn below it.

My brain short circuited.

I didn’t even try to pry my gaze from his body. His broad shoulders were sculpted from pure muscle. A solid chest led down to abs cut from steel. V lines dipped either side of his hips, a light dusting of dark hair beneath his navel.

A body for sin.

One I instantly wanted to do bad bad things with.

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