Publisher: Medallion Press
Stand alone novel
Staying quiet will destroy her, but speaking up will destroy everyone.
Kate Franklin’s life changes for the better when her dad lands a job at Beacon Prep, an elite private school with one of the best basketball teams in the state. She begins to date a player on the team and quickly gets caught up in a world of idolatry and entitlement, learning that there are perks to being an athlete.
But those perks also come with a price. Another player takes his power too far and Kate is assaulted at a party. Although she knows she should speak out, her dad’s vehemently against it and so, like a canary sent into a mine to test toxicity levels and protect miners, Kate alone breathes the poisonous secrets to protect her dad and the team. The world that Kate was once welcomed into is now her worst enemy, and she must decide whether to stay silent or expose the corruption, destroying her father’s career and bringing down a town’s heroes.
My face heated up when I realized who it was.
“So we meet again,” he said, drawing the words out.
My stomach flipped. The one person I’d wished to see had seemingly appeared out of thin air.
Why was he on the driveway? He didn’t seem like the type to hang out alone at a party. He should be surrounded by girls. Pretty girls who wore tiny swishy skirts and tight tops. Girls who painted their toenails bubble gum pink and had long glossy hair. Girls who screeched as boys chased them through the hallways trying to tickle them.
Girls who weren’t like me.
Girls I had no idea how to be like.
I tried to figure out what to say. “I meant there are a lot of cars here, parked all over. The neighbors must notice what’s going on.”
He laughed and touched my arm.
“I don’t think most of the people here will care if the neighbors notice. Joe might, when his parents come home, but as for us”- He grinned. -“we’ll be long gone. You don’t have to worry.”
I must have looked as if I didn’t believe him because he stood right in front of me, so close I could see the small freckles across the top of his nose.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I was joking. You don’t have to be so serious,” he said. “I wondered when you’d show up.”
“You were looking for me?” The words tumbled out before I could stop them. Way to go, Kate. Nothing like sounding calm, cool, and collected.
“Of course I was. Why do you think I mentioned the party? After all, we have some history. We spent the night together.” He raised his eyes and ran his hand through his hair.
About the Author
Rachele Alpine is a lover of sushi, fake mustaches, and Michael Jackson. One of her first jobs was at a library, but it didn’t last long, because all she did was hide in the third-floor stacks and read. Now she’s a little more careful about when and where she indulges her reading habit. By day she’s a high school English teacher, and by night she writes with the companionship of the world’s cutest dog, Radley, a big cup of coffee, and a full bag of gummy peaches. Rachele lives with her husband in Cleveland, Ohio, but dreams of moving back to Boston, the city she fell in love with while attending graduate school there.
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