I’d Go Anywhere For Her…

The Freshman, a must read new-adult standalone in The Kingmakers Series from Sophie Lark, is available now!

Even to Kingmakers, the most brutal school in the world. Where mafia children are trained to control, dominate, infiltrate, and kill.

I followed Anna because she’s my best friend. I’ve always been right by her side.

She needs me to protect her. Especially from Dean Yenin, a Bratva heir with a lethal grudge.

He plans to take everything from me. 

Starting with Anna...

 

Excerpt

I assume there’s going to be a whole lot of jockeying for position in the first few weeks at Kingmakers. Every kid here thinks they’re the alpha — and they probably were, wherever they came from. But we can’t all be alphas at the school. There’s going to be a new hierarchy. I intend to be at the top, like always.

​

Bram probably thinks the same thing. He narrows his eyes at me, tossing back his longish hair and muttering something to his friends. The other Penose give me venomous looks. ​

Bram’s the next shooter. He rolls the point number three times before hitting a seven, ending the round. He scoops up his winnings, grinning.

 

“Hey Dmitry,” he calls. “Why don’t you come join?” ​

He’s calling to a tall blond boy who’s standing at the railing looking down at the water. The boy took his shirt off because of the heat. A Siberian tiger is tattooed to the right of his spine, done in the classic style as if it were crawling up his back. Because the boy is so pale, the tiger looks snow white with black stripes.

​

Dmitry turns around slowly, facing our group.

​

He looks right at me, and seems to recognize me immediately.

​

I get a similar jolt. ​

He’s strangely familiar, even though I know we’ve never met. ​

His eyes narrow, his jaw tightens, and his lip curls up in a sneer.​

“No thanks,” he says, coldly. “I don’t like the company.” ​

“What?” Bram says, glancing back and forth between us. “The Amerikanets?”

​

“What’s wrong with Americans?” I say. I keep my voice level, but I’m looking the blond boy right in the eye. 

Bram and I sized each other up last night, and it was clear that we both thought we were hot shit. Who’s shit is hotter remains to be determined. With Dmitry it’s something else. He’s doesn’t view me as a rival. He’s looking at me like an enemy.

​

“It’s not Americans,” he says to me. “It’s you.”

​

His voice drips with disdain.

​

Something in his tone, coupled with his coloring and the familiarity of his features makes it all click at once.

​

I’m talking to my cousin. He’s calling himself Dmitry, but this is Dean Yenin, I’m sure of it.

​

Not that Dean considers us family.

​

His father and my mother are twins. They were best friends growing up. Until my mom chose my dad over her own family.

Dean’s grandfather tried to kill everyone I know and love at my parents’ wedding: my uncle Nero, my aunt Camille, Uncle Dante, my godmother Greta, even my father. He succeeded in murdering my grandpa Enzo, so that I’ve only ever known him from a portrait that hangs in my father’s office. ​

And in return, my father reigned down bloody retribution on Dean’s family. Dean’s grandfather is dead, strangled to death by my dad. And his father Adrian is burned up worse than Vader from what I’ve heard. ​

So we are enemies, maybe more than anyone else on this boat. ​

I knew that Dean was coming to Kingmakers.

I knew this was coming. ​

But it’s something different to meet him face-to-face, after never even having seen a photo of him. ​

He’s the main reason my mother didn’t want me coming here. She’s tried to reach out to her brother over the years — tried to repair their relationship so they could at least have a measure of forgiveness, even if they could never be close again.

He never responded to her, not a single word.

It’s clear from the expression on Dean’s face that my mom was right. The Yenins weren’t just avoiding us. They fucking hate us still.

“Is that any way to talk to your cousin?” I say to Dean. 

I won’t give him the satisfaction of glaring back at him. Instead I paste a grin on my face, like I don’t take him seriously. I know that’s the best way to really piss him off. ​

Sure enough, he takes another couple steps toward me, closing the space between us. Instinctively, everyone else steps back. They all know the feeling of a fight about to happen. That anticipation in the air, the electricity between two people itching to do each other harm. ​

“Don’t call me that,” Dean says. ​

It’s funny how even the simplest words can cut if they’re said sharply enough. ​

Dean hasn’t raised his voice, but he makes it perfectly clear that he isn’t fucking around. His fists tighten at his sides, and his shoulders swell as his body shifts into a more aggressive stance. He’s got the look of a fighter, as if he’s most natural in that position. If I were anybody else, I’d probably take a step back, cringing like a little bitch. ​

But I’m not somebody else.  ​

I’m me. And I don’t back away from anybody.

​

“Don’t call you what?” I say. “Cuz?” ​

 Dean takes another step forward until we’re within arm’s reach of each other. I’m taller than him by two inches, but he’s got a decent amount of muscle packed on his frame, and he looks fast too. I’m watching him carefully, though I don’t let it show. I stand there as relaxed and casual as ever.​

“We’re not family,” Dean hisses. “Because your whore of a mother betrayed her family. She’s not a Yenin anymore. She’s just a piece of treacherous trash.”

​

I want to hit him so bad my fists are throbbing. I can’t let that go unanswered.

“The Yenins broke a blood oath,” I spit back at him. “I don’t know how the fuck you’re even here. You should be excommunicated. Whose cock did your father have to suck to get you back in?” ​

We rush each other at the same moment. I throw the first punch, right at his stupid fucking face. But to my surprise, he slips the hit so my fist barely glances off his jaw. I’ve never missed like that before.

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At the same time, he hits me with a left hook that fucking rocks me. Dean may not be quite as big as me, but he’s fast as fuck and strong, too. My head is ringing, and my hangover headache comes roaring back. ​

I swing back at him, and this time he can’t quite duck it — at 6’5 I’ve got a fuck of a longer reach than he’s used to. I pop him in the cheek, raising an instant red welt under his eye. ​

In retaliation he slugs me back in the gut, and that fucking hurts too. Jesus he’s got a sledgehammer for an arm. ​

The howls of Bram and the other students draw the attention of the sailors. Two of the deckhands tear us apart before we can finish the fight. They’re big, burly men, and they fling us down on the deck shouting for us to knock it off. ​

The bigger of the two, a man with a glass eye and two sensuously entwined mermaids on his forearm, points a sausage-like finger at me and growls, “Raise your fists again and I’ll chuck you in the fuckin’ ocean. No fighting on board.”

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He stands there, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching us both until Dean picks himself up off the deck and resumes his sullen position at the railing, and I head back toward the bow. ​

I climb up in the net once more, making Ares stir and mumble in the midst of his nap, and Anna glance up from her book.

“What the hell?” she says. “What happened to you?”

​

She’s staring at my face.

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I swipe my hand under my nose, seeing blood smear across my knuckles. ​

“Little family reunion,” I say. ​

“Dean?” Anna asks, eyes wide.

“Who else.” ​

“Why’d you have to go and fight him?” Anna says. ​

“He started it. I was willing to be friendly.” ​

“For how long, two seconds?” Anna frowns.

​

“He called my mom a traitor!”

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“Of course he did! You know what he’s probably been told. Did you even try to talk to him?”

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“It’s not my job to talk to him!” I scoff. “His family are the fucking traitors, and if he says another word about my mom, I’ll break his jaw for him.”

“You’d better not,” Anna says, darkly. “You know the rules—“

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“He’s the one—“

​

“They won’t care!” Anna cuts across me. “This is exactly what Aunt Yelena was worried about—“

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“Oh, get off it,” I grumble at Anna. “I heard enough of that before I left.” ​

I hate when Anna acts like she’s on my parents’ side about me not going to Kingmakers. She should be happy that I came here with her, instead of taking my full-ride to the University of Kentucky. Does she want to be here alone? I thought she’d be thrilled that we’re both experiencing this together.

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The thought of going to some school without her, any school, makes me sick to my stomach. She’s my best friend. We’ve always done everything together. 

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Sophie Lark is an Amazon Bestselling author who writes intense, intelligent romance, with heroines who are strong and capable, and men who will do anything to capture their hearts. She lives with her husband, two boys, and baby girl in the Rocky Mountain West.

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I've seen and learned a lot over the past year and the one thing that I can say when it comes to reading a story, is that you can always count on it to provide you with a brief escapism. The characters will lure you in whether you love or hate them, the setting will make you want to be there in that moment and if everything comes together? You will see the beauty in the words that are spoken. Now with that being said, I truly feel like I got seriously mindfucked with no warning or foreplay for that matter! What just happened???!

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His hands drag over my shoulders and slowly travel up to clasp my face between his palms. His mouth parts as hunger sparks in his eyes. The air charges around us. “You’re my Wonderland.”

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Well this took bully romance to a whole different level. with a cliffhanger that is sure to leave you pulling out your hair and screaming for more, The Touch of A Villain is going to have you asking the million dollar question. When are we getting part two?!!

Having been through one heck of a year herself, Josie’s life is going to take another turn when she has to move in with her estranged father and start her Senior year at a new school. With one goal in mind with keeping her head down and graduating, things might just go her way. But that all changes when she crosses paths with the king of Clermont Bay Prep most popular and notorious bad boy Beck Clermont.



I haven't read a bully romance in a while and I forgot how much I enjoy them!.Beck and Josie had this push and pull with a splash of hate going on and I liked seeing them when they were in that element. from the moment Beck set his sights on Josie, it was game over and the girl didn't even know it yet. Add in decades old secrets that were meant to stay to buried, privileged teens who would do anything to stay on top, and you’ve got yourself a drama fest that is not going to end well.

My only complaint is that I wished Josie had fought back a bit more when it came to Beck and not let him have so much power of certain situations. Aside from that, this was a quick enemies hate fuel, seductive,bully romance that will have you craving for more.