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436 pages, Paperback
First published March 14, 2013
*This story is largely focused on the subject of rape, which becomes heartbreaking and gritty—so please be warned that it may serve as a trigger for those who choose to avoid this topic.*
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Make him pay. That much was settled. I’d make him pay.
I wasn’t scared Brooke. I was warrior Brooke, and I was about to take some assholes down.
“I’m not looking for things to be even between us, Brooke. I’m looking for them to be right.”
We’re all allowed one huge mess-up. I wish I would have saved mine for later on in life. Eighteen felt like too young an age to use it.



























It was decided. I was going to let Ryan Foster do me.
He looked at me with those ocean eyes, his brows furrowed in thought, and I decided in that moment I didn't want to hang out. I wanted to make out. Hard.
"I was just embarrassed. I thought I kissed you all wrong." He hung his head.
"Are you kidding me?" I asked. "I nearly came."
I am the biggest moron on the planet. Why did I say that?
Seduce him without him knowing, give him the perfect opportunity to take advantage of me, then make hi pay for it afterwards. Could I actually go through with it, though? Could I give up my body as a sacrifice to seek vengeance? Was I strong enough? Crazy enough?

"I'll tell you," he said. "But first, let me say how much I love you, Brooke. I told you a long time ago in a bad place when I was a bad person. I'm not there anymore, and I'm not that boy, but my love for you has never changed. I love you. I'll always love you. There simply isn't anyone else."
Ryan chuckled. "You're going to be my trouble this year, aren't you?" he asked softly.
Hell yeah I was.
"There's still time, Brooke. There's always time to make it right."
"No, Beth. There's no time," I said out loud, choking on the words.

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