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Frat Wars: King Of Thieves by Saxon James
Narrated by Iggy Toma & Alexander Cendese
Narrated by Iggy Toma & Alexander Cendese
Frat Wars, Book 1
We’re basically Romeo and Juliet. But dudes. And without all the dying.
Chad
Being VP of Sigma Beta Psi is wild. I get all the benefits of being in charge with hardly any of the responsibility.
Parties, pranks, and frat politics—college life has never been sweeter.
Until I meet Bailey Prince.
He has the face of a goddamn angel. I don’t know where he came from or why I’m so obsessed.
But I do know he’s a Kappa.
And our houses have a rivalry that’s written into legend.
Bailey
At Rho Kappa Tau, I’m a legacy.
It’s a lot of pressure, but I’ve always been responsible, never had that rebellious need to rock the boat, and I like it that way.
But after a party at Sigma—the jock frat—I meet Chad Doomsen, and for the first time in my life I want to step outside my square.
Our houses have always had a rivalry, but some of the guys seem to hate Chad specifically, and I don’t know why.
He’s surprisingly sweet and kind. At least to me.
I need to stay away. A relationship with Chad would be betraying the very legacy that brought me here.
But I can’t help myself. And it seems, neither can he.
Frat Wars is a romance between MCs from rival houses. It has friendly competitions, no hazing, and a swoony romance kept secret.
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“Bailey?”
Before I even get a chance to look up at Chad’s voice, his hand clips the Iced Mocha he’s placed on the table, and I’m hit with a deluge of icy, chocolatey sludge down the front of me.
I shoot to my feet. “Shit.”
“Oh, fuc—I mean, shi—damn.” He grabs a wad of napkins and shoves them my way, but I wave him off without a word, turn on my heel, and leg it to the bathroom.
The drink is seeping through my shirt and freezing the front of me, and I have to ignore the stares of just about everyone in the cafe before darting down the short hall and ducking into the bathroom. Someone walks out as I enter, thankfully leaving the room vacant.
Until the door shoves open a second later and Chad all but barrels in after me.
“I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Uh-huh.” I flick on the tap and lean forward, holding my shirt under the water. “So you’re going to try and tell me that wasn’t some stupid retaliation for last night.”
“What? No. You really think I’d do that?”
“Considering the little I know of you has been relayed to me by my brothers, I’d say that would be right on brand with the impression I’ve built up.”
“Ah.” He shoves his hands in his pockets. “I guess that would be enough to make you hate me. No wonder you ran out so fast last night.”
I finally glance up at him and find his steady brown eyes trained on me. “We both know why I ran out.”
“Actually, I think I’m confused about that. Sure the situation was sucky, but we’d already crossed all sorts of lines. No reason we couldn’t have gone further and not told anyone.”
I turn off the tap and inspect my shirt. Thankfully it’s not a good one, but it doesn’t look like it’s stained anyway. Now it’s just dripping wet, and when I wring it out, it wrinkles like old lady hands.
“Here.” Chad grabs my arm and drags me back into the hall and down to a door marked “employees only.”
“Where are we …”
“Those bathrooms only have hand towels. The staff one has a dryer—you can hold your shirt under it.”
Well, okay, that’s a smart idea. I guess. “Thought of that quickly.”
“There’s not a whole lot of room behind the counter, so when we get busy, we run into each other a lot. I’ve worn a drink or two in my time here.”
I eye what he’s wearing. From the soft gray T-shirt with the Deja Brew logo to the black apron that looks miniature on his frame. “I’m not surprised you get in people’s way. You look like you’re going to Hulk out of that apron.”
“Yeah, the uniforms weren’t made with someone like me in mind.”
And yet … the shirt pulls nicely over his muscles, and the tight, black skinny jeans hug his ass sinfully.
He pauses. “Are you checking out my butt?”
“Of course not.”
“Yeah you were.”
I shake my head. “Are all Sigmas this conceited?”
“Varying levels, sure. But you were definitely checking me out.” Chad nudges me through a door into a room with a toilet, sink, and hand dryer. The door closes, trapping us in the small space. “Shirt?”
I tug it over my head and hand it to him; then he holds it under the air, and the thunderous old hand dryer comes to life. I have to lift my voice to be heard over it. “For the record, you had a mark on your pants.”
“In the butt area?”
“Obviously. You must have sat on something.”
Chad snorts. “Right. Yeah. I’ll believe that never.”
“I think you want me to have been checking you out.”
“It’d make us even.” His gaze drops to my torso. “Didn’t realize you had freckles on your shoulders too.”
I almost roll my eyes as I lean back against the wall. “You done?”
He pretends to feel the shirt. “Not even close.”
“How convenient.”
Silence drops between us for a second.
“It really wasn’t on purpose,” Chad says.
“Okay.”
“Yeah?”
“In your defense, you did look surprised.”
“I was,” he agrees. “And I’m half-asleep, so I’ve been messing up everything today.”
“Will you get in trouble for not being out there helping?”
“After my boss saw me dump a drink on a customer?” He waves a large hand. “No way. Plus, she totally loves me.”
“And there’s that conceit again.”
“No, it’s true.” He chuckles. “All the old chicks love me.”
“You clearly don’t call them old chicks to their faces, then.”
“I’m not an idiot. They do love it when I call them ma’am though.”
“Ma’am?” I can’t stop from smiling at the thought of his big dopey ass calling someone ma’am. “Well, don’t you have the manners of a saint?”
“Only at work.” He hands back my shirt that’s now warm from the heat and only a bit damp.
Before I can put it back on, Chad’s hand is on my hip, and he tugs me close so his lips are by my ear.
“If you’d stuck around last night, you would have seen how bad my manners could be.”
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Book 2: Frat Wars: Masters Of Mayhem
Coming March 21, 2022
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About Saxon:
Saxon James is an author from Aus who’s obsessed with writing queer characters.
She has a range of books from YA to adult and they all have one thing in common: swoony, sweet love.
When not writing, Saxon exists on a diet of coffee and chocolate while putting her KU subscription to the test.
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