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A Private Show

TO ALL OF YOU WHO HAVE WAITED A YEAR FOR ZERO.

TOMORROW I WILL BE RELEASING THE FIRST THREE CHAPTERS AND THE RELEASE DATE. 😊😁

Zero has taken me a long time to write. At first I was convinced I was going to publish last year.

But reading over my story line for Kylie Bray I felt I needed something else and ‘Bang’ I wrote River’s Keeper.

After that it was school me part 2 then Kylie Bray and a whole world of new things happening. But rest assured and wait no more. ZERO is finally Done.

I will be putting Zero on Pre-Sale once the cover is out.

Also 5 lucky Subscribers will be winning free copies…. So stay tuned and Enjoy School Me P3. 😊

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Zero 😊😁

Hey Everyone….

So with Kylie Bray out and the season changing. I wanted to finally get Zero out there😊😁.

Zero is finally completed. I am working on a book cover and should have a release date for you by the end of the week.

I will be e-mailing newsletters out on Monday next week with all the details.

But for all my subscribers…. On Friday this week I will be posting the first three chapters of Zero for free.

Many of you guys are new…. So welcome. And for those who don’t know how I do things…

I don’t do Book Cover Reveals as I believe that it is the words that count. Though, I do make sure I give you guys professional covers.

I will be starting to post blurbs , excerpts and posters from next sometime.

Enjoy School me part 3 and have a fantastic week😊😁

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School me p3 (page 32)

Lizzy

My phone beeps with a message and I turn on my back and slip it out of my pocket. The phone doesn’t budge from the said pocket.

“Need help with that?.” Mason asks, and I can’t help myself when

I start laughing, “That is the lamest, yet most fitting ‘Can I take your panties off’ pickup line I have heard to date and believe me

I have heard my fair quota.” I say all this while I wiggle my phone out of it’s snug hole, with my butt slightly lifted from the carpet.

He laughs and I have the most goofiest smile on my face as I pull my Iphone free. My eyes drop to the screen. My mood taking a nose dive when I see it is a text from my mother.

‘Don’t think i’d be home tonight. GSTD.’ GSTD. It isn’t the fact that my mother didn’t even say hi or offered a smiley face as mothers do. It was the letters GSTD.

“Hey Liz you okay?” I fling my phone on the sofa beside me as I hear Mason talk.

“My dad used to send me messages when I was on break at school. He always asked me what I was doing. Believe it or not but me and friends never lasted,, my dad knew and he always tried to make up for it. When ever I asked him what he was doing he’d reply GSTD, Got Shit to do. He said that my mother taught him that one, he said it always cracked him up. Today was the first time I have seen those alphabets in a text since he died.”

“I’m sorry about your dad.”

“Yea me too.”

“Since I got here , I cant stop wondering if my mother had anything to do with it.” I wouldn’t put it past her. She always had a knack for being in the wrong place, but so did my dad.

I need to come to terms with that if I am going to find any answers, he was never a straight line lawyer. He liked meddling in things that he shouldn’t. I mean he did after all marry my mother.

“Ok, where is your head at?” Mason asks me with a really charming smile. He has this square, very Masculine face and it isn’t the first time and I doubt it would be the last that my stomach flutters.

” Nothing of importance, did Dexter tell you what time you coming” I say abruptly, twisting this no verbal conversation to where it needs to go. An actual conversation.

“Yep, another hour. I wanted to talk to you before everything got so serious.” He says.

My eyes shoot up to his and he practically melts my insides when he winks. I don’t hide my blush as I drop my gaze to the carpet. It is a shame that Mason Bray is such a manwhore or else I would so get in there.

My phone beeps with a message and I turn on my back and slip it out of my pocket. The phone doesn’t budge from the said pocket.

“Need help with that?.” Mason asks, and I can’t help myself when I start laughing, “That is the lamest, yet most fitting ‘Can I take your panties off’ pickup line I have heard to date and believe me I have heard my fair quota.” I say all this while I wiggle my phone out of it’s snug hole, with my butt slightly lifted from the carpet.

He laughs and I have the most goofiest smile on my face as I pull my Iphone free. My eyes drop to the screen. My mood taking a nose dive when I see it is a text from my mother.

‘Don’t think i’d be home tonight. GSTD.’ GSTD. It isn’t the fact that my mother didn’t even say hi or offered a smiley face as mothers do. It was the letters GSTD.

“Hey Liz you okay?” I fling my phone on the sofa beside me as I hear Mason talk.

“My dad used to send me messages when I was on break at school. He always asked me what I was doing. Believe it or not but me and friends never lasted,, my dad knew and he always tried to make up for it. When ever I asked him what he was doing he’d reply GSTD, Got Shit to do. He said that my mother taught him that one, he said it always cracked him up. Today was the first time I have seen those alphabets in a text since he died.”

“I’m sorry about your dad.”

“Yea me too.”

“Since I got here , I cant stop wondering if my mother had anything to do with it.” I wouldn’t put it past her. She always had a knack for being in the wrong place, but so did my dad.

I need to come to terms with that if I am going to find any answers, he was never a straight line lawyer. He liked meddling in things that he shouldn’t. I mean he did after all marry my mother.

“Ok, where is your head at?” Mason asks me with a really charming smile. He has this square, very Masculine face and it isn’t the first time and I doubt it would be the last that my stomach flutters.

” Nothing of importance, did Dexter tell you what time you coming” I say abruptly, twisting this no verbal conversation to where it needs to go. An actual conversation.

“Yep, another hour. I wanted to talk to you before everything got so serious.” He says.

My eyes shoot up to his and he practically melts my insides when he winks. I don’t hide my blush as I drop my gaze to the carpet. It is a shame that Mason Bray is such a manwhore or else I would so get in there.

Hey to all the newbies.😊😁 As you guys have noticed I have posted longer pages these past few days. The season needs to to come to an end. I am going to be doing some major vamps on my website abd with the blog to make it better. It is all exciting stuff.

Any suggestions please email me on shanaazk47@gmail.com

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School me p3 (page 31)

Lizzy

I listen to mason talk about his life. I can’t help but think of my dad, would he like Mason.

When I was younger my dad and I used to sit by a fire and talk about the uncomfortable topic of boys, now he is dead.

Someone killed my dad.

Somebody hurt him and I know my now dead aunt knew something about it.

My mother knows I am right yet she still insists that I am wrong.

Mason stares at me from his vantage point.

I say nothing, there’s nothing really to say.

Today marked a month since I’ve have stepped foot in Liston Hills.

Some people call it The Billionaire’s nest, the town for the rich and all their secrets.

Now it’s not just for the rich, but a town for the killers.

A week ago I couldn’t wait to leave Liston Hills.

The place reminded me of a Stepfords paradise, false, pretentious and full of people who thought they were made of titanium.

Look at me now, sitting in Mason Bray’s house, on his carpet while I wait for Dexter Kent to get here.

Two guys from the most wealthiest families in this place and the world.

The thought makes me laugh, I am the lazy girl from New York City whose father wasn’t born with millions but had to work his ass off to pay the bills and still got kicked up it with a bullet to his head, Bang Bang.

Yet, here I am, slowly worming my way into their lives.

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School me p3 (page 30)

Lizzy

My long legs eat up The distance to my door in no time. I get inside my house and drop my bag on the sofa in the lounge.

I grab an apple from the fruit bowl and hurry back to Mason who is now leaning against the outside pillar.

“Good to go?” He asks me as I stop right in front of him. His index finger pokes me so quickly that I yell. I instinctively throw the apple at him which he catches in a one hand grip. I stand gobsmacked as he smirks.

“Thanks for the fruit.” Mason says before he takes a big bite of the red apple.

Mason and I are currently sitting in his house on the tv room floor chewing popcorn and sharing school stories. After my long confession of how I got suspended in the 9th grade and failed the year, Mason one upped me.

“So wait, you and Ester got to the airport and then what? Did Diamond do it there ?” My eyes widen with interest as a lazy Mason lays sprawled on the wooden floor boards in the middle of the tv room with a cushion pillow propped up behind his head.

“Ester launched me, insisted it was some emergency, that was when Diamond rocked up, we came back here and then bang she kissed me, then she punched my nuts. Kylie and dad came home the next day to find me with the frozen steak on my balls.”

To all the newbies a big welcome 😊😁 and for those of you who have sent me emails I have read them and I am taking all comments into consideration 😊😁 comment can be emailed to shanaazk47@gmail.com

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School me p3 (page 29)

Lizzy

Now it was Monday and I have just arrived home to find Mason sitting on the bed of his truck waiting for me.

“Howdy there Ms. Sherlock.” He greets me with his new nickname as I jump out of my Camaro.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be like I don’t know, let me see, football practice? I heard you guys are playing against us this weekend.” I say as I grab my back from the passenger seat and slam the door.

His light green gaze wrinkles and it isn’t the first time I see the stark resemblance he has to his sister, Kylie, and father.

“Nope, we train at 6 am, not pm.” He jumps down and I get a full view of his sculpted legs in his light blue denim.

He crosses his arms and I arch my brow as he flexes his pec. Reagan Orniel is handsome and a total jock thru and thru and he is my cousin, but Mason Bray. Fuck me to blindness the guy puts Chris Hemsworth to shame. His dark rich brown hair is shorter than it was a few weeks back and the scruff on his jaw screams man. Not a seventeen-year-old preppy boy.

“So I came to pick you up. We meeting Dexter in the main house in an hour.” He stares at me intensely, my face flushes and I can my face, slip my bag over my shoulder and silently thank out creator for Mason Bray. Gosh, the guy is hot.

I have never considered myself as shallow or some girl who goes crazy over a hot face but now I seriously need to consider it. Since I met Mason I have had all kinds of crazy fantasies starring Mason Bray and myself.

My long legs eat up The distance to my door in no time. I get inside my house and drop my bag on the sofa in the lounge.

A big hello 🙋 and welcome to all our new subscribers 🙆 and for those who need to catch up school me part 1 and 2 can be found on my amazon site – https://www.amazon.com/Shan-R.K/e/B01EQMMF8M

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School me p3 (page 28)

Lizzy

My night with Dexter was productive. When I arrived at his place Saturday evening I was a tad bit nervous.

I have not spent time with a guy alone EVER.

The most male contact I had was with Kyle Brandt, my dad’s clients son. We went to second base at the pool outside my house while my dad and his spoke. So believe it when I say I was tidal of nervous anxiety to be at Dexter’s place after 7.

When I arrived Dexter opened the door and took me straight to the kitchen where he had the centerpiece decked with a meal to feed a small army.

I finally met his sister and brother and watched in fascination as the two bickered about general Knowledge.

Dexter shut them both up when he integrated his piece of information.

Then I met the nanny who looked like she was a bodyguard rather than a babysitter.

Once we had eaten our five-course meal, Dexter and I moved to the library.

We drank half a bottle of whiskey and spent the rest of Saturday evening looking at all possible scenarios to why my dad and Gina’s death was related. At first, I was a nervous wreck but once he started telling me jokes and stories about him and Mason growing up I actually felt at home.

We ended up sleeping in the library on the black sunk in sofas and woke up this morning to Mason calling.

A big hello 🙋 and welcome to all our new subscribers 🙆 and for those who need to catch up school me part 1 and 2 can be found on my amazon site – https://www.amazon.com/Shan-R.K/e/B01EQMMF8M

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School me p3 (page 27)

Diany

“Tad Presley, hmmmm, now what do I owe the pleasure of today?” The sarcasm is thick in my voice as the handsome richly dark skinned Billionaire playboy sits next to me on the cemented seating.

The guy is a critically important jackass at our prestigious school. He is on the lacrosse team because apparently ‘dum fool’s’ Play football but a real man plays lacrosse.

He is an egotistical rich boy. A cliché if I am speaking from the world’s point of view.

His dad was an engine specialist for Lamborghini until he developed his own engine with parts and all. Now they use it in NASCAR and other major races. He is also the newest man whore since my boyfriend changed his status from playboy to taken.

“I’m inviting you and loverboy to my house this Friday,” Tad says as he snatches my juice box from my tray and puts his chino covered leg on the table not too far from my food.

“Can’t, Reagan has a game.”

“The game is Saturday Dainy, besides I was talking about Delroy, Reagan is like a bull and everyone else is waving a red flag his way, did you hear about his and Delroy’s punching match? Heard Delroy won.”

He shoves the straw in my juice box and lifts it to his mouth. I get up fast and snatch my juice box back and suck the mango goodness down as I stare at Tad.

My smile is as false as my words when I tap his face with my finger and say , “And I heard Rita and Wendy got an s t d after a night with you. Now I could choose to believe these rumors or I could be a good Christian and remind myself it ain’t any of my business.”

His face tightens in anger and that is when I laugh and sit back down, “Now, back to that party, Of course, I would love to come to your party.”

A big hello 🙋 and welcome to all our new subscribers 🙆 and for those who need to catch up school me part 1 and 2 can be found on my amazon site – https://www.amazon.com/Shan-R.K/e/B01EQMMF8M