Cover Design:

Hang Le

Photographer:

Ren Saliba

Genre: M/M College Romance Standalone

Trope: Bad boy, grumpy/sunshine, alphahole, protective/possessive MC, touch him and die vibe

Synopsis

Who are we? Like you even need to ask. We’re the seven richer-than-sin legacies causing debauchery at the prestigious Astor University in Manhattan.

Some call us spoiled.

Some call us trouble.

But everyone calls us the Park Avenue Princes.

Daire Connery

“The Bad Boy”

I’m not a man of many words. But when I do speak, it usually starts with F and ends with you.

Keep to myself. Don’t let anyone in. That’s how I like it.

That’s usually how everyone else likes it too. My scowl keeps them all away—all except him.

We may both be Park Avenue Princes, but we would never work.

We don’t belong in each other’s real worlds.

He’s too soft for mine; mine’s too harsh for his.

But I can’t stop thinking about him. About those pale grey eyes that see right through me. The ballsy way he gives right back whatever I dish out.

I like that. Respect it.

Want more of it…

Which is why when I find out his ex is bullying him, it makes me want to rip that bastard a new one. Makes me lose my goddamn mind.

Because no one touches Gavin Truitt. No one but me.

Cover Design:

Hang Le

Photographer:

Ren Saliba

Genre: M/M College Romance Standalone

Trope: Girlfriend’s dad, age-gap, secret relationship, closeted, perfect guy, single dad, found family

Synopsis

Who are we? Like you even need to ask. We’re the seven richer-than-sin legacies causing debauchery at the prestigious Astor University in Manhattan.

Some call us spoiled.

Some call us trouble.

But everyone calls us the Park Avenue Princes.

Preston Abernathy

“The Perfect Guy”

When people look at me, I know what they see.

-a model student

-senator’s son with a shining future in politics

-Serena Carrington’s boyfriend

-the studious, polite, dependable Park Avenue Prince

But sometimes looks can be deceiving. Because I’m hiding a secret. A big one. One that could shake the very foundation of the Upper East Side elite.

My secret has dark blond hair and a smile that could charm the pants off anyone—including mine. Charismatic. Powerful. Unbelievably gorgeous, with a body I fantasize about—not that they will ever know. This secret is one I’ll take to the grave.

Because, you see, I am in love with a Carrington, just not the one I’m dating.

And what’s a bigger scandal than falling for your girlfriend’s dad?