College was supposed to be my chance to get over my ugly-duckling complex and spread my wings. Instead, I wound up in a sorority full of mean girls. I already have a hard time fitting in, so when my Kappa Chi sisters issue the challenge, I can’t say no.
The dare: seduce the hottest new hockey player in the junior class.
Conor Edwards is a regular at Greek Row parties…and in Greek Row sorority beds. He’s the one you fall for before you learn that guys like him don’t give girls like me a second glance. Except Mr. Popular throws me for a loop—rather than laughing in my face, he does me a solid by letting me take him upstairs to pretend we’re getting busy.
Even crazier, now he wants to keep pretending. Turns out Conor loves games, and he thinks it’s fun to pull the wool over my frenemies’ eyes.
But resisting his easy charm and surfer-boy hotness is darn near impossible. Though I’m realizing there’s much more to Conor’s story than his fan club can see.
And the longer this silly ruse goes on, the greater the danger of it all blowing up in my face.
Briar U series: https://geni.us/BriarU
The Dare is the final book in Elle Kennedy’s Briar U series and puts a spin on the normal ‘dare’ plot line by placing it in the hands of the heroine, and what makes it even more intriguing is the fact that even though Taylor Marsh is the one given the dare, it turns out that Conor Edwards is the one who follows through, giving them both what they never would have found without Taylor’s mean girl sorority sisters bullying her into accepting the challenge.
As a transfer student, Conor Edwards is fairly new to Briar U, but that hasn’t stopped him from getting intimately acquainted with a number of female co-eds, and the fact that he’s a member of the university’s hockey team allows him all the notoriety he needs to be one of the fangirls’ favorites. But there’s much more to Conor than his easygoing nature and his ability to woo women, and those qualities are the ones that Taylor is privy to when their ‘hook-up’ becomes a friendship and the pretend connection becomes something so much better.
Taylor Marsh is another amazing Elle Kennedy heroine, and, in a lot of ways, she’s the most relatable to readers because of her insecurities and body image issues. She’s not the typical size 0, blonde hair, blue-eyed sorority girl, which is refreshing, but it also made me wonder why she wanted to be a Kappa Chi, especially with how much she’s bullied by her ‘supposed’ sorority sisters. I will say that the amount of times she body shames herself makes the story line feel a bit stagnant, stuck in place, but I didn’t doubt that the way Conor treated her, championed for her would help her to see what he sees in her.
I absolutely adored Elle Kennedy’s Briar U series, and the cameos of past heroes and heroines in The Dare, the final book in the series, was a great send off for both characters and readers alike.
4 Poison Apples
“Tell me something…why aren’t you already here with someone?”
“What do you mean?”
“There isn’t a guy in the picture somewhere?”
It’s my turn to shrink away from the topic. I’d probably have more to say with regards to thirteenth-century textiles than dating. And since I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one evening, I’d rather not compound my humiliation by sharing the details of my non-existent love life.
“So there is a story there,” Conor says, misreading my hesitation for coyness. “Let’s hear it.”
“What about you?” I volley back. “Haven’t settled on that one special groupie yet?”
He shrugs, unbothered by my teasing jab. “Don’t really do girlfriends.”
“Ugh, that sounds slimy.”
“No, I just mean I’ve never dated anyone for more than a few weeks. If it’s not there, it’s not there, you know?”
Oh, I know the type. Bores easy. Constantly looking over his shoulder at the next thing passing by. A walking meme in the flesh.
Figures. The pretty ones are always aching for their freedom.
“Don’t think you’ve distracted me,” he says, giving me a knowing smile. “Answer the question.”
“Sorry to disappoint. No guys. No story.” One unremarkable entanglement sophomore year that hardly fulfilled the definition of a relationship is too pathetic to warrant mention.
“Come on. I’m not as dumb as I look. What, did you break his heart? He spend six months sleeping on the sidewalk outside the sorority house?”
“Why do you assume I’m the kind of girl a guy would pine over in the rain and sleet?”
“You kidding?” His silvery eyes sweep over me, lingering on various parts of my body before returning to meet my gaze. Everywhere he looked is now tingling like crazy. “Babe, you’ve got the kind of body that boys build in their heads under the sheets after dark.”
“Don’t do that,” I tell him, all humor draining from my voice as I start to turn away. “Don’t mock me. That’s not nice.”
I jerk when he takes my hand, keeping me in place so that we’re still facing each other. As my pulse kicks into overdrive, he presses my shaky hand against his chest. His body is warm, solid. His heart beats a quick, steady rhythm beneath my palm.
I’m touching Conor Edwards’ chest.
What the hell is happening right now? Never in my wildest dreams did I envision the Kappa Chi Spring Break Hangover party ending this way.
“I mean it.” His voice thickens. “I’ve been sitting here having filthy thoughts about you all night. Don’t mistake my manners for indifference.”
About Elle Kennedy
New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Elle Kennedy grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a B.A. in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer, and actively began pursuing that dream when she was a teenager.
Elle currently writes for various publishers. She loves strong heroines and sexy alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting!
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