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Zusatztext Praise for the Fall Away series "I read this book in one sitting. Rival was as gripping as it was sexy."—#1 New York Times Bestselling Author Colleen Hoover “A gritty! racy new adult tale peppered with raw emotions. This smoking-hot! action-packed story is a powerful addition to the edgy side of the genre! and readers will eagerly anticipate the next installment.” – Publishers Weekly (starred review) “Bully! the first book in Douglas’ new adult romance Fall Away series! was a self-published sensation! and Rival ! the latest installment! is bound to capture even more readers with its intensely emotional writing! angst-driven plot! and abundance of steamy sex scenes.” – Booklist “ Bully was a wonderfully addictive read that kept my heart racing from start to finish. I could not put it down! 5 stars!!”—Aestas Book Blog “A heated and passionate novel! full of feeling and intensity that will appeal to the reader seeking an emotional rush.”—IndieReader Informationen zum Autor Penelope Douglas is the New York Times bestselling author of the Fall Away series! including Rival ! Bully ! and Until You . PRAISE FOR THE FALL AWAY SERIES ALSO BY PENELOPE DOUGLAS FALLING AWAY PLAYLIST ACKNOWLEDGMENTS PROLOGUE K.C. Three whole years. I’d had a boyfriend for three whole years, and I still had more orgasms when I was by myself. “Damn, baby, you feel good.” His sleepy whisper felt wet on my neck as he dragged his lazy lips over my skin. Packing . That was what I’d forgotten to add to my to-do list for tomorrow. It wasn’t likely I’d forget to pack for college, but everything needed to go on the list so it could be checked off. “You’re so hot.” Liam’s fish lips tickled my neck in short, slow pecks. It once made me giggle, but now it kind of made me want to bite him. And a pharmacy run, I remembered. I wanted to stock up on my pill so I wouldn’t have to worry about it for a while. Packing and the pharmacy. Packing and the pharmacy. Packing and the pharmacy. Don’t forget, K.C. Liam thrust his hips between my legs, and I rolled my eyes. We were still clothed, but I wasn’t sure he realized that. If I weren’t so tired, I’d laugh. He rarely got drunk after all—tonight only because it was an end-of-summer bash. And although I’d never been overwhelmed with a desire for sex, I did love that he tried to jump my bones at every opportunity. It made me feel wanted. But it just wasn’t happening tonight. “Liam,” I grunted, twisting up my lips as I pushed his hand off my breast, “I think we’re done for the night, okay? Let’s lock up the car and walk to your house.” We’d been in his car for over a half hour—me trying to indulge his fantasy of sex in risky places and him trying to . . . Hell, I didn’t even know what he was trying to do. I felt guilty for not being more into it lately. I felt guilty for not helping him get into it tonight. And I felt guilty for making mental additions to my to-do list while he was trying—keyword, trying —to get it on with me. We hadn’t made love in a long time, and I didn’t know what my problem was anymore. His head sank into my shoulder, and I felt the weight of his hundred and eighty pounds collapse on my body. He didn’t move, and I let out a sigh, relaxing into the passenger seat of his Camaro, my muscles burning from trying to support his body weight all this time. He’d given up. Thank God. But then I groaned, registering that his body had gone a little too still, except for the slow, soft rhythm of his breathing. Great. Now he was passed out. “Liam,” I whispered, not sure why, since we were ...
