Broken Kearse

Broken Kearse A Dark Romance Emlee Mitchell Contents Author’s Note Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Acknowledgments About the Author Sneak Peek of Keeping Kearse This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Broken Kearse copyright 2023 by Emlee Mitchell All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any firm or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Thank you for not pirating. Edited by: Author Bunnies Cover design: getcovers.com Formatted by: Lyssa Cole Books Everyone who has loved and had their heart cracked open. Remember the cracks allow your heart to make room for new love… Author’s Note (This is important, please read) This is a darker romance. A BULLY romance. There are some not so pleasant scenes. If you have sexual violence/abuse triggers, this might not be the guy or book for you. Kearse is damaged. He knows it and so did I when I was writing him. So, again if these things are triggers, Broken Kearse probably isn’t the book for you. I would never want to put anyone in a situation where they were triggered from my story. ** Did you know if you sign-up for Emlee’s newsletter, you get the prequel Becoming Kearse for free? CLICK HERE! Broken Kearse Being bullied sucks. Especially when I want him. As a teenage girl, navigating high school can be hard, but I have my priorities in place: school, work, get into college. Until that night. The drunk one-night mistake. Everything goes sideways after that. See, I fooled around with the school’s it guy, Kearse Bennett. And for some reason he decided he wanted me. Problem is his kind of attention is messing up my carefully crafted plans. Then I did the one thing he couldn’t accept. I tell him I’m out. It doesn’t go over well… “I don’t play games, Hayes. Not many people say no to me, so you better have thought this through, long and hard.” I never dreamed walking away from him would end up with him making it his mission to ruin my reputation and show me just how dark he could be. You’d think that would be enough for me to stay away, and yet, our lips keep finding one another. I can’t seem to turn off my feelings for him, even though I know nothing good is going to come from this. All I’m going to end up with is a broken heart, and a Broken Kearse… One-click now to find out how Hayes survives Kearse and her last year of high school. **this book ends on a cliff-hanger, book two completes the story ** this book contains some bully romance/dark themes, please be advised Prologue Boston Prep and Boarding School Kearse Bennett, 15 years old “Kearse, now would be the time to tell me any other pertinent details.” Mom looks over her immaculate manicure before glancing up at me. Dad is in Dean McMaster’s office and his voice thunders through the walls, hitting me right in the chest. I have a pretty good idea what he’s saying even though the thick oak door swallow his actual words. “Kearsington, this is serious, and talking about it now would be better than later . . . for someone in your position.” The position Mom is referring to is the one where I legit got caught with my pants down. With my tutor, Sierra, bent over a desk. Balls deep inside her. In the back of the library. Miss Dobson, the librarian, happened to find us. She screamed bloody murder and took off, only to return with reinforcements. By that point, I’d lost my hard-on and Sierra and I knew we were done. Coach Johnston put me in supervised detention overnight until Mom and Dad could get here. In the two and a half years I’ve been here, I’ve never had the privilege of supervised detention, AKA the rubber room. Until now. I’ve heard shit about it, but really, it isn’t all that bad. It’s still all Boston Prep posh, with the added luxury of barred windows and legit padding on the walls. It also comes equipped with a supervising teacher posted outside for the overnight guests until their parents can retrieve them. Do you want to know the best part about this shit show? Even with Dad having access to the work jet, they didn’t retrieve me until the next morning. Turns out fucking your tutor, who was getting paid to babysit you, is frowned upon. Let’s get something straight though, I don’t need a tutor academically. Dad hired Sierra at the beginning of my freshman year at Boston Prep because I was fucking around; drinking, skipping class, sneaking off campus. All typical stuff rich kids shipped off to boarding school did. But getting caught actually fucking my tutor—that was where I messed up. We had actually been studying that last night until she brought up our escapades from the previous weekend. You know, when she and her nineteen-year-old twin sister and I had an insanely wild threesome. She wouldn’t stop talking about it. My chemistry book was open, but she was leaning over the desk, sliding her shirt off her shoulder. Her tongue ran over her teeth in between her play by play in all its graphic glory. I snapped. My dick took over. I told her if she didn’t shut her mouth, I’d fuck her right there and in typical Sierra fashion,