THE FALL OF TROY (The Odyssey Duet #1) by Dr. Rebecca Sharp

Release Date: May 21st

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Blurb: Love is angry. Love is blind. Love is envious and loathful.

And I loathed Léo Baudin. My new art professor. My enemy.</iI didn’t move to Rhode Island for this. I came to forget the Troian Milanovic I’d left behind and start fresh where the damage and betrayal couldn’t follow.

But Professor Baudin wouldn’t let me.

Cold. Caustic. Captivating. He didn’t just push my buttons… He lit them all up with the indifferent smirk of an aristocratic French asshole. But how much I loathed him only made my need for him stronger. To have him would be either victory or loss. There would be no compromise.

To have him would be war.

So I fought back. But I was Troy. And he was the wooden horse, full of dangerous secrets I never saw coming.

I was the one who invited him inside my walls, celebrating without seeing through his disguise.

And under the cover of darkness, he laid siege to my body, my mind, and finally, my heart.

The first may be a myth, but this time the history books would show that if Troy fell, it was with her all.

EXCERPT: “Who told you?” I demanded, my lip quivering as the last of my tears tumbled down my cheek. “Who told you about my dad?”

His smirk was hard and fast.Careless. Like a hit and run, it left me shaking. My nipples poked against the fabric of my t-shirt, the stupid flower one I had on the other week. My hips pressed back against the door, a reflex so that they didn’t press against him. My thighs locked together, trying to stop his words from tapping more moisture from between them.

“No one had to tell me,” he ground out, staring intently at my lips that interrogated him. “It’s written all over your face that you’re searching for someone to fill Daddy’s shoes. Poor little girl searching for someone to give her attention and tell her that she’s pretty and perfect and smart.” Each word was spat out like it was a curse, one that made my stomach boil.

I hated him.

I hated him with every molecule of oxygen in every breath I took and every beat of my heart.

I hated him with the burning of a thousand suns.

“And what about you?” I shot back. “Aren’t you just searching for a quick screw to try and make you forget how miserable you are?”

“That person is not me, petite,” he ended flatly, barely managing to pull the mask over the enraged lust in his eyes. “Now, this is the last time I will repeat myself and save you. Do not find yourself in a locked room with a strange man again.”