4 Bad Boys to take to Bed (4 Book Bundle Set!)

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Jessica groaned.
    “Don’t what?”
    “I know that sigh. You’re not going, are you?”
    “I don’t know.” Brooke rolled onto her back and blew out a long breath. “I want to, really bad, but my parents have been threatening to take my car away all summer. I’m starting to think they’re serious.”
    Jessica laughed. “So? Who cares? I can drive you around.”
    Brooke grinned. She was so excited that her lifelong best friend would be going to college with her. They’d talked about it, planned it since childhood, but when they hit high school, Jessica cut loose and so did her grades. For a while, Brooke had serious doubts that Jessica would even be able to get into the local community college. So when she learned Jessica had gotten into the same four year college as Brooke, she was beyond thrilled.
    “So, what do you say?”
    “Having my best friend drive me around college will only make me a bigger loser than I already am.”
    “Okay, first of all, you’re not a loser. You have strict parents. Totally not your fault. And secondly, if you go tonight, I’ll let you tell everyone at college that I’m your personal chauffer.”
    Brooke busted out laughing. Jessica always had that effect on her. “Thanks, but it’s going to make my life easier if I just keep the peace.”
    “Fine.” Jessica sighed. “I really hope you won’t be such a party poope r once we get to college, though.”
    “Oh, you don’t have to worry about that. I plan to party more than anything else.” They both laughed. “Have fun tonight. Take video s so I can see all the stupid shit everyone does.”
    “You got it, girl.”
    Brooke hung up and tossed her phone to the foot of her bed. This sucked so bad. Why did her parents have to be so controlling? It’s not like they wouldn’t let her do anything fun, they just never let her do anything period. On the rare occasions when they did let her out of the house, her curfew was ten o’clock. All of her friends were allowed to stay out until midnight or later. She wasn’t allowed to ever go to parties because there might be drinking. And dating? Forget it.
    Her brother got to do things . When she pointed that out and cried foul, her parents would say it was different for a boy. She’d quickly learned that meant because her brother couldn’t get pregnant, he could have the freedom to do as he pleased. It wasn’t fair.
    Thank God she only had a week left of living in this prison—and that’s exactly what it felt like, too. One more week and then she would be leaving for college. She would be free to do whatever she pleased and with whomever she pleased. It was going to be fantastic. And she’d already come up with a new motto for her upcoming rebirth: you only live once.
    Okay, so it wasn’t very original, but it was one she was going to live by. There would be no fear, no reservations, no nagging parents on her case. It would be true, uninhibited freedom. And lucky for her, she’d have her best friend by her side.
    “Brooklyn, honey, can I come in?” Her mother’s soft voice carried through the door.
    “Yeah.”
    Her mother entered the room and sat at the foot of the bed. “I know you’re upset with me and your father, but you have to trust us. We really do know what’s best for you.”
    Brooke rolled her eyes. They gave her this same speech every single time they said no to her about doing something.
    “You’ll be leaving for college next week, and we just want to know that we’ve done a good job raising you; that you’ll have the ability to make smart decisions.”
    She had to stop from laughing. Her parents rarely let her make her own decisions. How could they possibly know if she was capable of making smart ones? It was ridiculous.
    “How about we go to the mall, catch a movie?”
    Nothing said loser like spending Saturday night at the movies with your mom. Brooke sighed. She supposed it was better than sitting in her room alone, sulking. “Yeah, okay. Let me

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