Freestyle (Boys of Frampton U #2)

Rowyn

Growing up in foster care left me with a rebellious streak and a juvenile record. Bouncing from one indifferent home to another, I learned to trust no one and mask my pain.

All I want to do is survive the hand I’ve been dealt and move the hell on.

Working and studying are my only options until they throw a wrench in my plans.

Now, I’m their new plaything, and they say I belong to them…

Phoenix

We’re gods here on campus, and no one would argue otherwise.

Except this spicy little blonde who refuses to accept her fate.

I’ve never been this consumed, but one taste...

Rowyn

Growing up in foster care left me with a rebellious streak and a juvenile record. Bouncing from one indifferent home to another, I learned to trust no one and mask my pain.

All I want to do is survive the hand I’ve been dealt and move the hell on.

Working and studying are my only options until they throw a wrench in my plans.

Now, I’m their new plaything, and they say I belong to them…

Phoenix

We’re gods here on campus, and no one would argue otherwise.

Except this spicy little blonde who refuses to accept her fate.

I’ve never been this consumed, but one taste was all it took. Now, I’m addicted.

And then theres Gray. Our connection is undeniable, and it’s awakening something in me I never knew existed.

Gray

Senior year was supposed to be a piece of cake, but when do plans actually work out? Nix and I were blindsided by Rowyn Caddel, never believing a hookup would turn into an instant obsession. Im the quiet, reserved one, but that doesnt mean Im any less dominant. My silence conceals a storm of intensity, and Rowyns rebellion powers it. She thinks she can outrun us, but shes about to learn just how wrong she is.

You can run, little juvie, but we’ll always find you…

But secrets have a way of resurfacing, and Rowyns past is no exception.

As my buried demons come back to haunt me, can Phoenix and Gray navigate these stormy seas and save me from drowning? Or will we all be pulled under by the weight of my past?