Harley Laroux

I was supposed to have it all. I'd been Prom Queen, Cheer Captain - high school's most savage Queen Bee. I could have everything I wanted. Except them. The freaks, the weirdos, the school's ultimate losers: Manson, Jason, Lucas, and Vincent. Our hatred for each other couldn't keep us apart, not even when my own mistake got Manson expelled and made me the ultimate villain to the rest of them. One night was supposed to be enough. I couldn't resist forever. For one night I gave myself over to the men I wasn't supposed to want and satisfied the darkest parts of my soul. But some things are meant to stay in the dark. One night, and it was over. Nothing more than a game. Now, with college behind me, our worlds collide yet again. Four men, all willing to share me as their plaything until my debt to them is paid. Another game to satiate my dark cravings, the twisted rules of which bring us all even closer than before. But games aren't meant to last. When the debt is paid and the game is done, what if I don't want to walk away? Although not required, it is recommended to read the novella, The Dare, prior to reading Losers. This book is part 1 of a duet. It is is First Person, Multi POV. Losers is an 18+ polyamorous bisexual romance between one woman and four men, including MF, MM, and group scenes. Reader discretion is strongly advised, this is a dark read. This book contains graphic sexual scenes, intense scenes of BDSM, graphic violence, and strong language. A full content note can be found in the front matter of the book.

Part I

Losers

Leonie

To the losers, the freaks, and the outcasts. Keep chasing sunrises.

No, that wasn’t a happy thoughts smile. It was an I’m going to start shit smile.

I'm sorry, but this really does not make any sense. A few paragraphs before she described him driving a stick shift. Who in their right mind puts a manual car out of gear when parking? 

Maybe it's the semi-working handbrakes of old european cars trauma for me, but nope, this ... no. 

He pulled off the road, the tires crackling on the dirt as he drove onto a narrow path that led back into a field of tall corn stalks. He pulled the hand brake, put the car in neutral, and let the song play out as we sat there in the field.

I used to try to make everyone I met into a friend, regardless of who they were or how they’d treated me. I’d convinced myself that enough kindness could turn anything around, but not everyone was— or deserved to be— a friend. Learning that lesson hadn’t been easy, but painfully necessary.

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