Alpha Bully by Renee Rose Book Tour and Giveaway :)
Alpha
Bully
Wolf
Ridge High, Book 1
by
Renee Rose
Genre:
New Adult Paranormal Romance
SHE
RUINED EVERYTHING... I WILL MAKE HER PAY.
Her
mom robbed my dad of his job. Destroyed his life.Now I have to look
at her every day.
The
girl next door. A human.
A hot little nerd.
She
doesn’t belong here—not
in Wolf Ridge,not at our high school, definitely not in my life.
She
doesn’t know what I am.Which makes it all the easier to take
revenge.
I
will bring her to her knees. Pierce her heart.Make her bleed. For
me.All for me.
NOTE:
This New Adult book features steamy scenes with characters over
eighteen and is for an audience that is also over eighteen.
Bailey
Fury burns my throat, blinds me as I stumble out of journalism class. The nerve of Cole Muchmore. He literally just stole my quiz in front of the whole class and got away with it. He’s fist-bumping his teammates—the other alpha-holes, as Rayne called them. As if making me a social pariah wasn’t enough, now he’s stealing my work? I can’t believe I let him get away with it. What’s wrong with me? Am I so desperate for friends I would sacrifice my education and future just to not piss anyone off? I should have ratted him out. They already hate me. I’ve been social outcast, party of one for weeks now. And what in the hell is wrong with all the kids in this school that they think helping the football star cheat is the right thing to do? Assholes. I duck my head to hide the tears blurring my vision as I spin my locker combination around. It takes me five spins before I calm down enough to even see the numbers. Three more tries to get it unlocked. The second the door swings open, it slams shut, a big hand slapping it closed and staying there. Of course I know exactly who that hand belongs to. “Thanks for the help, Pink.” Cole crowds against my backside, leaning in close to speak low in my ear, like this is some private, lover’s conversation and not more bullying from the biggest dick in the school. His voice rumbles deep, reverberating right into secret places it doesn’t belong. “Fuck you, Cole,” I snap. I don’t usually curse, especially not at school, but this situation really calls for it. I guess I’m still a chicken, though, because I don’t turn around, not willing to come eye to eye with my tormentor. I press myself even closer to the lockers to keep him from rubbing against me, but he just moves in tighter, and now I have smells and sensations that will haunt me along with his smirking face. He’s going for intimidation and it’s working, but my body registers it as something altogether different. Something foreign yet primitively familiar. Biological level, monkey brain shit that makes my downstairs unconscionably wet. Because no way do I find his muscle brained posturing sexy. It sucks that he’s Jacon Elordi level hot. Tingles race across the surface of my skin. I look down. Goosebumps. He’s giving me fucking goosebumps just standing too close. I don’t have to look to know my nipple are beading against my favorite polka dot skater dress. I fight the urge to cross my arms over my chest. He doesn’t need to know how he affects me. He’s big. Strong. His voice is deep. His scent is cedarwood soap and masculine goodness. And his cocky bullshit does something squirmy to my core. “Here.” His other hand appears in front of my face—not the one still holding my locker closed effectively caging me in, but one on the other side of my head. He’s holding a piece of cinnamon Trident out to me. “Really?” I snatch the gum and whirl around, too pissed now to avoid a face-to-face confrontation. “A stick of gum?” I hold it between our noses, cursing my hand for shaking. “Is this the going rate for taking someone’s quiz for them around here?” Cole’s fiery brown gaze burns through me. I see the hatred in his eyes before he blinks and pretends he doesn’t give a shit. He shifts to lean a shoulder against my locker. “Well, you know, that’s all I can afford… seeing as how your mom stole my dad’s job and all.” All the noise in my head quiets. My stomach drops out and I lose my breath. “What?” “Yeah. I guess she’s a real big shot, huh? Your mom? All the way from Coors Brewery in Colorado.” He shrugs. “My dad couldn’t compete with that.” My knees quake. Mouth opens and closes like an empty PEZ dispenser, but I can’t figure out the appropriate response. It doesn’t matter. Cole’s already pushed off and sauntered away, the crowd parting to allow its king to pass.
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TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE loves a dominant, dirty-talking
alpha hero! She's sold over a half million copies of steamy romance
with varying levels of kink. Her books have been featured in USA
Today's Happily Ever After and Popsugar. Named Eroticon USA's Next
Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won Spunky and Sassy's
Favorite Sci-Fi and Anthology author, The Romance Reviews Best
Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Sci-fi,
Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and
author. She's hit the USA Today list five times with various
anthologies
What is Bully Romance? USA Today Bestselling Author Renee
Rose Breaks it Down
“I thought I wouldn't
be interested, but I should have known better... it's a Renee Rose. Yeah, I'm in…” --Melissa Marcella Headrick after reading a snippet from Alpha Bully.
Bully romance is
the new dark romance catch-phrase, just like reverse harem took over for the term menage a couple years ago. My latest release, Alpha Bully, draws
from all that is wonderful about the hot new genre, but the label may be a turn
off to some.
The word “bully” carries a negative charge, so a lot of
people have a reaction to the trope. I deliberated over putting it in my title
or using it as a genre descriptor when I named Alpha Bully, a wolf
shifter enemies-to-lovers high school romance.
Before you judge, let’s break it down. What the heck is this
bully romance, anyway?
To me, it’s the same as any dark romance with an “alpha-hole”
hero. He’s the dark, brooding type. It’s an enemies-to-lovers trope, but it’s
set in high school, so it’s angsty, hot and delicious in that emotions-are-huge-when-you’re-18
way.
It’s the hero’s age and life situation that makes him a
bully. There's a mixture of
rebelliousness in there because he's not in total power of his life yet. The
younger hero has all the swagger and cockiness of the dark romance hero, all
the dominance, but he has limited power. Unlike one of my mafia heroes, who
truly wields and owns his power, this hero still lives under the constraints of
parents, teachers, school.
And while some
bully romances are written for a YA audience, mine are not. I write steamy, so
my characters are over 18 before they have sex and the books will be labeled
“new adult” for over 18 readers. Because like all my books, readers can expect
a hot, dominant alpha male, unavoidable conflict and of couse, the hero will
eventually end up on his knees for the heroine before they get their HEA.
In Alpha Bully, Cole, the school’s star quarterback (and a
shifter wolf) steals Bailey’s quiz to avoid getting benched from the game for
failing. Here’s the scene by her locker that follows:
“Thanks for the help,
Pink.” Cole crowds against my backside, leaning in close to speak low in my
ear, like this is some private, lover’s conversation and not more bullying from
the biggest dick in the school. His
voice rumbles deep, reverberating right into secret places it doesn’t belong. “Fuck
you, Cole,” I snap. I don’t usually curse, especially not at school, but this
situation really calls for it. I guess
I’m still a chicken, though, because I don’t turn around, not willing to come
eye to eye with my tormentor. I press myself even closer to the lockers to keep
him from rubbing against me, but he just moves in tighter, and now I have
smells and sensations that will haunt me along with his smirking face.
He’s
going for intimidation and it’s working, but my body registers it as something altogether different. Something
foreign yet primitively familiar. Biological level, monkey brain shit that
makes my downstairs unconscionably wet. Because no way do I find his muscle brained
posturing sexy. It
sucks that he’s Jacon Elordi level hot. Tingles race across the surface of my
skin. I look down. Goosebumps. He’s giving me fucking goosebumps just standing
too close. I don’t have to look to know my nipple are beading against my favorite
polka dot skater dress. I fight the urge to cross my arms over my chest. He
doesn’t need to know how he affects me. He’s
big. Strong. His voice is deep. His scent is cedarwood soap and masculine
goodness. And his cocky bullshit does something squirmy to my core. “Here.”
His other hand appears in front of my face—not the one still holding my locker
closed effectively caging me in, but one on the other side of my head. He’s
holding a piece of cinnamon Trident out to me. “Really?”
I snatch the gum and whirl around, too pissed now to avoid a face-to-face
confrontation. “A stick of gum?” I hold it between our noses, cursing my hand
for shaking. “Is this the going rate for taking someone’s quiz for them around
here?” Cole’s
fiery brown gaze burns through me. I see the hatred in his eyes before he
blinks and pretends he doesn’t give a shit. He shifts to lean a shoulder
against my locker. “Well, you know, that’s all I can afford… seeing as how your
mom stole my dad’s job and all.” All the
noise in my head quiets. My stomach drops out and I lose my breath. “What?”
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