I’m up to my eyeballs in Jägerbombs. Yesterday, I was married to the blender, pumping out piña coladas and strawberry daiquiris like sweatshop labor. Tonight, it’s vodka Red Bulls and Fireballs. And don’t forget the rosé. These dipshits and their rosé. They’re all slammed against the bar, wall-to-wall pastel linen shirts and three-hundred-dollar haircuts, shouting drink orders at me. It’s too hot for this shit.
In Avalon Bay, the seasons are marked by an endless cycle of exodus and invasion. The way the tides turn in a storm: Summer ends and the churn begins. Sunburned tourists pack up their minivans and sugar-slathered kids and head inland, back to suburbs and cubicles. Replaced by the surge of spray-tanned college brats—the clone armies returning to Garnet College. These are the trust-fund babies whose coastal palaces block out the ocean views for the rest of us scraping by on the change that falls from their pockets.
“Hey, bro, six shots of tequila!” some clone barks, slapping a credit card down on the sticky wet wood of the bar top like I should be impressed. Really, he’s just another typical Garnet fuckhead who walked straight out of a Sperry catalog.
“Remind me why we do this,” I say to Steph as I rack up a line of Jack and Cokes for her at the waitress stand.
She reaches into her bra and lifts each breast so they sit higher and fuller in her blackJoe’s Beachfront Bartank top. “The tips, Coop.”
Right. Nothing spends faster than somebody else’s money. Rich kids spitting bills in a game of one-upmanship, all courtesy of Daddy’s credit card.
Weekends on the boardwalk are like Mardi Gras. Tonight is the last Friday before the fall semester at Garnet begins, and that means three days of raging straight to Monday morning, the bars bursting at the seams. We’re practically printing money. Not that I plan to do this forever. I moonlight here on the weekends to save up some extra dough so I can stop working for other people and start being my own boss. Once I’ve got enough saved, my ass is out from behind this bar for good.
“Watch out for yourself,” I warn Steph as she places the drinks on her tray. “Holler if you need me to grab the bat.”
It wouldn’t be the first time I roughed someone up who couldn’t take no for an answer.
Nights like this, there’s a different energy. Humidity so thick you can slather the salty air on like sunscreen. Bodies on bodies, zero inhibitions, and tequila-infused testosterone full of bad intentions.
Fortunately, Steph’s a tough girl. “I can manage.” With a wink she takes the drinks, plasters a smile on her face, and spins around, long black ponytail swinging.
I don’t know how she tolerates it, these dudes pawing all over her. Don’t get me wrong, I get my fair share of female attention. Some get pretty bold, too friendly. But with chicks, you throw them a grin and a shot, they giggle to their friends and leave you alone. Not these guys, though. The crew team douchebags and Greek Row fuckboys. Steph is constantly getting grabbed and groped and having all manner of vulgarities slithered into her ear over the screech of the blaring music. To her credit, she hardly ever punches any of them.
It’s a constant grind. Catering to the seasonal parasites, this invasive species that uses us locals up, sucks us dry, and leaves their garbage behind.
And yet, this town would hardly exist without them.
“Yo! Let me get those shots!” the clone barks again.
I nod, as if to sayComing right up, when what I really mean isThis is me ignoring you on purpose. Instead, a whistle at the other end of the bar catches my attention.
Locals get served first. Without exception. Followed by regulars who tip well, people who are polite, hot women, little old ladies, and then the rest of these overfed jackasses. At the end of the bar, I put down a shot of bourbon for Heidi and pour another for myself. We toss ’em back and I give her a refill.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask, because no self-respecting local is on the boardwalk tonight. Too many clones kill the vibe.
“Dropping off Steph’s keys. Had to run by her place.” Heidi was the prettiest girl in the first grade, and not much has changed since. Even in ratty cutoff shorts and a plain blue crop top, she’s undeniably the hottest woman in this bar. “You closing tonight?”
“Yeah, won’t be outta here till three, probably.”
“Wanna come by after?” Heidi pushes up on her toes to lean across the bar.
“Nah, I’m pulling a double tomorrow. Gotta get some sleep.”
She pouts. Playfully at first, then more flippant when she realizes I’m not interested in hooking up tonight. We might’ve indulged in a string of hookups earlier this summer, but making that a regular thing with one of my best friends starts to resemble a relationship, and that’s not where I’m trying to go. I keep hoping she’ll realize that and stop asking.
“Hey. Hey!” The impatient towheaded dude at the other end of the bar tries flagging me. “I swear to God, man, I will toss you a hundred-dollar bill for a fucking shot.”
“You better get back to work,” Heidi says with a sarcastic smile, blowing me a kiss.
I take my sweet time walking over to him. He’s straight off the clone conveyor belt: standard-issue preppy Ken doll with a side part and the best smile dental insurance can buy. Beside him are a couple of factory-made sidekicks whose idea of manual labor is probably having to wipe their own asses.
“Let’s see it,” I dare him.
The clone slaps down a Benjamin. So proud of himself. I pour a single shot of whiskey because I don’t remember what he asked for and slide it to him. He releases the bill to take the glass. I snatch it up and pocket it.
“I ordered six shots,” he says, smug.
“Put down another five hundred and I’ll pour ’em.”
I expect him to whine, throw a fit. Instead he laughs, shaking his finger at me. To him, this is some of that charming local color they come slumming it down here to find. Rich kids love getting rolled.
To my absolute amazement, this knucklehead flicks out five more bills from a wad of cash and lays them on the bar. “The best you got,” he says.
The best this bar keeps in stock is some Johnnie Walker Blue and a tequila I can’t pronounce. Neither is more than five hundred dollars retail for a bottle. So I act impressed and get up on a stool to pull the dusty bottle of tequila from the top shelf because, okay, I did remember what he asked for, and pour them their overpriced shots.
At that, Richie Rich is satisfied and wanders off to a table.
My fellow bartender Lenny gives me the side-eye. I know I shouldn’t encourage this behavior. It only reinforces the idea that we’re for sale, that they own this town. But screw it, I’m not about to be slinging drinks till I’m dead. I’ve got bigger plans.
“What time do you get off?” a female voice purrs from my left side.
I turn slowly, waiting for the punch line. Traditionally, that question is followed by one of two options:
“Because I want you to getmeoff.”
Or, “Because I can’t wait to getyouoff.”
The follow-up is an easy way to determine whether you’re ending up with a woman who’s selfish in the sack or one who loves doling out BJs.
Neither is a particularly original pickup line, but nobody said the clones who swarm the Bay every year were original.
“Well?” the blonde presses, and I realize there’s no cheesy line in store for me.
“Bar closes at two,” I answer easily.
“Hang out with us after you get off,” she urges. She and her friend both have shiny hair, perfect bodies, and skin glowing from a day spent in the sun. They’re cute, but I’m not in the mood for what they’re offering.
“Sorry. Can’t,” I answer. “But you should keep an eye out for someone who looks exactly like me. My twin brother is around here somewhere.” I wave a hand toward the throng of bodies packing the place like sardines in a tin. “I’m sure he’d love to entertain you.”
I say it mostly because I know it’ll annoy Evan. Though on the other hand, maybe he’ll thank me. He might despise the clones, but he doesn’t seem to mind the rich princesses when they’re naked. I swear the dude’s trying to sleep his way through this town. He claims he’s “bored.” I let him believe that I believe him.
“Omigod, there’s two of you?” Almost immediately, both girls become starry-eyed.
I grab a glass and shovel some ice cubes into it. “Yup. His name’s Evan,” I add helpfully. “If you find him, tell him Cooper sent you.”
When they finally wander off, fruity cocktails in hand, I breathe a sigh of relief.
Bartending is such a crap gig.
I push a whiskey on the rocks toward the skinny dude who ordered it, take the cash he hands me. I run a hand through my hair and draw a breath before going to the next customer. For most of the night, the drunken masses manage to keep their shit together. Daryl, the doorman, kicks out anyone he suspects might projectile vomit, while Lenny and I smack away any idiots who get it into their heads to reach behind the bar.
I keep an eye on Steph and the other female servers as they work the crowd. Steph’s got a table full of Garnet dudes salivating over her. She’s smiling, but I know that look. When she tries to walk away, one of them grabs her around the waist.
My eyes narrow. It’s the same guy I took for six bills.
I’m damn near over the bar when her eyes find mine. As if she knows what’s about to happen, she shakes her head. Then she slyly disentwines herself from the handsy prick and comes back to the waitress stand.
“Want me to toss ’em?” I ask her.
“Nah. I can handle them.”
“I know. But you don’t have to. I pulled six hundred from those dumbasses. I’ll split it with you. Let me get rid of them.”
“It’s all good. Just get me three Coronas and two Jäg—”
“Do not even say it.” My whole body winces at the word. If I never have to smell that vile black shit ever again, it’ll be too soon. “I gotta get some nose plugs.”
“It’s like you’ve got shellshock,” she laughs, watching me suffer through these pours.
“I should be getting hazard pay.” I finish up and push the drinks to her. “Seriously, though, if those guys can’t keep their hands to themselves, I’m coming over there.”
“I’m fine. But, man, I wish they’d just leave. I don’t know who’s worse tonight—Mr. Grabby Hands, or that senior on the patio who’scrying about his daddy reneging on his promise to buy him a yacht for graduation.”
I snicker.
Steph waltzes off with a sigh and a full tray of drinks.
For the better part of an hour, I don’t look up. The room is so dense the faces blur into a smudge of flesh, and all I do is pour and slide credit cards until I’m in a trance, barely aware of my actions.
The next time I check on Steph, it’s to see Richie Rich trying to persuade her to dance with him. She’s like a boxer, bobbing and weaving to get away from the dude. I can’t make out her exact words, but it’s easy to guess—I’m working, please let me get back to work, I can’t dance with you, I’m working.
She’s trying to remain courteous, but her blazing eyes tell me she’s fed up.
“Len,” I call, nodding toward the unfolding scene. “Gimme a sec.”
He nods back. We take care of our own.
I stride over, knowing I pose a menacing picture. I’m six two, haven’t shaved in days, and my hair could use a trim. Hopefully I look menacing enough to deter these bros from doing something stupid.
“Everything okay here?” I inquire when I reach the group. My tone says I know it’s not and he’d better stop or I’m going to toss him out on his ass.
“Fuck off, carnie,” one of them cracks.
The insult rolls right off me. I’m used to it.
I raise a brow. “I’m not leaving unless my colleague tells me to go.” I look pointedly at Richie Rich’s hand, which is latched onto Steph’s arm. “She didn’t sign up to get groped by rich boys.”
The guy has the sense to remove his hand. Steph uses the opportunity to clamber to my side.
“See? All good.” He sneers at me. “No distressed damsels requiring rescue.”
“Make sure to keep it that way.” I punctuate the warning with a sneer of my own. “And keep your hands to yourself.”
Steph and I are about to head off when a glass breaks.
No matter how loud a room, how full to the brim with sound-dampening bodies, a glass shatters on the floor and, in the immediate seconds after, you can hear a hummingbird’s wings flutter two counties away.
Every head turns. One of Richie Rich’s buddies, who’d dropped the glass, is blinking innocently when I meet his gaze.
“Oops,” he says.
Laughter and applause crush the momentary silence. Then conversation bubbles up again, and the collective attention of the bar returns to its previously intoxicated amusements.
“Fuck’s sake,” Steph mutters under her breath. “Go back to the bar, Coop. I got this.”
She marches off with an annoyed frown, while the douche crew dismisses us from their holy presence and proceeds to chat loudly and laugh amongst themselves.
“All good?” Lenny asks when I return.
“Not sure.”
I glance back toward the group, frowning when I notice their leader is no longer with them. Where the hell did he go?
“No,” I say slowly. “I don’t think it’s good. Give me another sec.”
Once again, I leave Lenny to man the battle stations alone while I duck out from behind the bar to find Steph. I head toward the back, figuring she went for a broom to sweep up the glass.
That’s when I hear, “Getoffme!”
I throw myself around the corner, my jaw tightening when I spot Richie Rich’s pastel polo. He has Steph cornered at the end of the short, narrow hall where the supply closet is located. When she tries to dip around him, he steps in her way, grabbing her wrist. His other hand slides downward and attempts to cup her ass.
Nah, screw this.
I charge forward and yank him by his collar. A second later, I lay his ass flat out on the sticky floor.
“Get out,” I growl.
“Cooper.” Steph grabs me, even as gratitude shines in her eyes. I know she appreciates the save.
I shake her off, because enough is enough. “Get up and leave,” I tell the startled punk.
He’s yelling out angry curses as he climbs to his feet.
Because the restrooms are right around the corner about ten feet away, it doesn’t take long for his shouts of outrage to draw an audience. A group of screeching sorority sisters hurry over, followed by other curious bystanders.
Suddenly more voices fill the corridor.
“Pres! Bro, you alright?”
Two of his friends break through the crowd. They puff up their chests beside him, flanking their champion because if they get chased out of here in front of all these people, it’s going to be a long year of drinking alone at home.
“The hell’s your problem, man?” the groper spits out, glaring daggers at me.
“No problem anymore,” I reply, crossing my arms. “Just taking out the trash.”
“You smell that, Preston?” his buddy says to Richie Rich with a goading grin. “Something sure stinks in here.”
“Was that a dumpster outside or your trailer?” the other mocks.
“Please, take two steps closer and say that again,” I encourage them because, whatever, I’m bored and these dudes’ faces are begging to get smashed.
I assess my chances. It’s three on one, and they aren’t scrawny—each of them around six feet tall, about my size. They could be half a water polo team sponsored by Brooks Brothers. But me, I actuallywork for a living, and these muscles aren’t for show. So I like my odds.
“Coop, stop.” Steph pushes me to the side to stand between us. “Forget it. I got this now. Go back to the bar.”
“Yeah,Coop,” Preston taunts. Then, to his buddies, “No piece of townie ass is worth this much trouble.”
I look at Steph and shrug. Rich prick should have walked away when I gave him the chance.
While he’s still laughing, so smug in his superiority, I reach out, grab a fistful of his Ralph Lauren and drive my fist straight into his face.
He staggers, falling into his friends, who push him at me. Bloody, he lunges like a creature in the third act of a horror film, swinging at me, smearing blood. We crash into the screaming sorority girls until we’re against a wall. The old payphone that hasn’t operated in fifteen years digs into my back, which gives Preston a chance to land a lucky punch to my jaw. Then I spin us around, pin him against the drywall. I’m about to smash his damn face in when Joe, the owner, along with Daryl and Lenny, hold me back and drag me away.
“You stupid townie trash,” he gurgles at me. “You have any idea how dead you are?”
“Enough!” Joe shouts. The grizzled Vietnam vet with a gray hippie beard and ponytail points a fat finger at Preston. “Get on out of here. There’s no fighting in my bar.”
“I want this psycho fired,” Preston orders.
“Kiss my ass.”
“Coop, shut it,” Joe says. He lets Lenny and Daryl release me. “I’m docking your pay for this.”
“It wasn’t Coop’s fault,” Steph tells our boss. “This guy was all over me. Then he followed me to the supply closet and trapped me in the hallway. Cooper was trying to kick him out.”
“Do you know who my father is?” Squeezing his leaking noseshut, Preston seethes. “His bank owns half the buildings on this filthy boardwalk. One word from me and your life gets real complicated.”
Joe’s lips tighten.
“Your employee put his hands on me,” Preston continues angrily. “I don’t know how you run this rathole, but if this happened anywhere else, the person who assaulted a customer would no longer be employed.” The smirk on his face actually makes my fists tingle. I want to strangle him with my bare hands. “So either you handle this, or I pick up the phone and call my father to do it for you. I know it’s late, but don’t you worry, he’ll be awake. He’s a night owl.” The smirk deepens. “That’s how he made all his billions.”
There’s a long beat of silence.
Then Joe lets out a sigh, turning to me.
“You can’t be serious,” I say in amazement.
Joe and I go back a ways. My brother and I used to barback here in the summers during high school. We helped him rebuild after two hurricanes. I took his daughter to homecoming, for chrissake.
Looking resigned, he runs a hand over his beard.
“Joe. Seriously, man. You’re gonna let one of them tell you how to run your bar?”
“I’m sorry,” Joe finally says. He shakes his head. “I have to think about my business. My family. You went too far this time, Coop. Take what I owe you for the night out of the register. I’ll have a check for you in the morning.”
Satisfied with himself, Richie Rich sneers at me. “See, townie? That’s how the real world works.” He tosses a bloody wad of cash at Steph and spits out a thick clump of blood and mucus. “Here. Clean this place up, sweetheart.”
“This isn’t over,” I warn Preston as he and his friends saunter away.
“It was over before it began,” he calls snidely over his shoulder. “You’re the only one who didn’t know that.”
Staring at Joe, I see the defeat in his eyes. He doesn’t have the strength or desire to fight these battles anymore. That’s how they get us. By inches. Breaking us down until we’re too tired to hold on any longer. Then they pry our land, our businesses, our dignity from our dying hands.
“You know,” I tell Joe, picking up the cash and smacking it in his hand. “Every time one of us gives in to one of them, we make it a little easier for them to screw us the next time.”
Except… no. Fuck the “next time.” These people are never getting a next time from me.
FAQs
Do you need to read Good Girl Complex before bad girl reputation? ›
Bad Girl Reputation by Elle Kennedy is the second installment within the Avalon Bay series. Although you don't need to read Good Girl Complex beforehand, as the series contains interconnected standalones, I encourage it to get a better sense of some of the minor characters and the community of Avalon Bay.
Does Good Girl Complex have a happy ending? ›The happy ending was awesome because I really did love Mac and Cooper together. They had friendship, respected one another, yes they fought but you know Cooper wasn't going anywhere – he was so into Mac and I thought that was so cute! Also the heat between them is perfect!
Is Good Girl Complex the first book? ›New York Times best-selling author Elle Kennedy's latest book, Good Girl Complex, is the first book in the Avalon Bay series.
How many pages is Good Girl Complex? ›Print length: 364 pages.
What age is bad girls suitable for? ›Shaping convincing characters, dialogue and plot, Wilson proves that bad girls can make for a good story. Ages 9-12.
Is a good girl's guide becoming a movie? ›Adapted for the BBC from Holly Jackson's New York Times bestselling novel by Poppy Cogan (Red Rose, Dangerous Liaisons), the six-part series will be made by Moonage Pictures (The Pursuit of Love), and will film in 2023 for broadcast on BBC Three and BBC iPlayer.
Do Kova and Adrianna end up together? ›They just knew that they both had things to work on and heal from before they could be together. In the end, Arianna and Kova find their way back to one another. It was a hard road for them. but they made it back to each other.
Is hook line and sinker steamy? ›It is so steamy but thought provoking, silly but full of kindness. I really can't recommend it enough. I think I liked Hook Line and Sinker more than It Happened One Summer! Hook Line and Sinker was a story about growing together and succeeding as a team.
What are the trigger warnings in the good girl complex? ›Today, I'm discussing the thrilling, all-consuming brilliance of A Good Girl's Guide To Murder. Trigger warnings: mentions of rape, self-harm and verbal abuse. Animal death.
What is Cooper's secret in Good Girl Complex? ›Cooper tells Mac that her boyfriend has been cheating on her the whole 2 years that he was away for college.
What is the good girl syndrome? ›
But what is the good girl syndrome? Rashbha Dochania, Assistant Professor at Jindal Institute of Behavioural Sciences, defines “good girl syndrome” as “the mindset where a person strives to constantly be perceived as good, proper, and virtuous.
Is there a sequel to Good Girl Complex? ›Elle Kennedy's newest release “Good Girl Complex.” For those who love to read but want to find newly released young adult romance books, “Good Girl Complex” by Elle Kennedy is a good choice. This novel, released in February 2022, features an ordinary “good girl” meets “bad boy” trope.
Is Good Girl Complex a stand alone book? ›Elle Kennedy Good Girl Complex is the first book in the Avalon Bay series! All the books will be standalones, but they take place in the same South Carolina beach town and the first two books are about hot, tattooed twin brothers…
Is Beach Read appropriate? ›Rated: High, for about 20 instances of strong language and more instances of milder/moderate profanity, and sexual content including two sex scenes, one several pages long and pretty detailed and the other not as long but still detailed.
Is my girl appropriate for an 11 year old? ›During this film we see young Vada begin to grow up. Unfortunately, an unexpected death will either drive her back into her previous loneliness, or give her the strength to tell the ones she loves that she cares about them. We award our Dove “Family-Approved” Seal to this film for ages twelve and above.
Is you appropriate for 12 year olds? ›Parents Guide: Is Season 4 of YOU on Netflix Appropriate For Kids Under 17? We're going to say no unless your family is incredibly permissive with sexual content. We'd stick with 17 and up for the YOU series on Netflix.
Is it ok for a 12 year old to watch Mean Girls? ›Mean Girls is rated PG-13.
The movie's PG-13 rating is for sexual content, language, and some teen partying. This film probably wouldn't be appropriate for kids or tweens, but it remains a solid choice for families with teens. Especially if it prompts a discussion on bullying and popularity.
Parents need to know that in Holly Jackson's A Good Girl's Guide to Murder, 17-year-old Pippa (Pip) Fitz-Amobi has decided on a most unexpected senior capstone project: investigating a murder.
Is Andie Bell a real person? ›A Good Girl's Guide to Murder was largely inspired by True Crime and the form in which podcasts/ documentary series' explore these real-life cases. The TV adaptation is set five years ago, when schoolgirl Andie Bell was murdered by Sal Singh. Case closed. The police know he did it.
What did Andie Bell look like? ›
'Andrea, known as Andie, is described as white, five feet six inches tall, with long blonde hair. It is thought that she was wearing dark jeans and a blue cropped jumper on the night she went missing. '
Who does Adrianna end up with? ›In the series finale of 90210, Navid goes to rescue Adrianna after the stage she was performing on collapsed on her. They remain there till the rescue team comes to save them, but not before they promise to spend the rest of their lives together (hinting an engagement).
Does Adrianna marry Navid? ›The two begin dating, only to learn Adrianna is pregnant from a one-night stand (a guy Annie later dated) when she was in rehab. Navid (Michael Steger) decides he still wants to be with Ade and says they should get married. Ultimately, they break up and Adrianna gives the baby up for adoption.
Does Adrianna date Dixon? ›Adrianna dated Dixon for a long duration in Season 4 but he essentially broke up with her by leaving to go on tour without telling her.
Is the love hypothesis spicy? ›I've seen The Love Hypothesis proclaimed as spicy, which it is, but it's in no way smutty. There's really only one (admittedly extensive) sex scene in this book. But that scene was absolute fire.
Is the love hypothesis 18? ›What is the Love Hypothesis age rating? The suggested age of this book is 18+ due to the sexual content.
Can a 14 year old read Hook, Line and Sinker? ›[Brittany's Review]: Hook, Line, and Sinker by Tessa Bailey (Bellinger Sisters #2) This book may be unsuitable for people under 17 years of age due to its use of sexual content, drug and alcohol use, and/or violence. King crab fisherman Fox Thornton has a reputation as a sexy, carefree flirt.
What is the trigger warning in Layla by Colleen Hoover? ›Trigger/Content Warnings: gun violence, near drowning, emotional cheating.
What are the trigger warnings in the good daughter by Karin Slaughter? ›Before I even start my review, I'm going to list all the content and trigger warnings: graphic rape, pedophilia, penetration using an object, graphic deaths, mention of suicide, loss of a loved one, police brutality, racist comments, hurtful ableist comments, misgendering, arson, a school shooting, extreme bullying, ...
What is Cooper Clay secret? ›His real secret is that he is gay and is in a relationship with a German underwear model called Kris. He was initially shy and scared of people judging him when he was out with Kris, and kept his distance.
What secret is Cooper hiding? ›
Cooper's Secret
The resident jock of Bayview High is hiding the fact that he's gay. When Cooper's secret is exposed after Simon's death in the book, he receives a huge backlash.
Cooper asks his mother and Lucas to join them. Cooper tells his family that Simon did discover a secret about Cooper, but it had nothing to do with steroids. Cooper tells his family he is gay.
What is a good girl trauma? ›Those who suffer from this syndrome tend to resent those who can get what they want because they cannot do so for themselves. They struggle with expressing their feelings or asserting themselves because of the overwhelming fear of criticism and judgment.
What is small girl syndrome? ›Girls with Turner syndrome are typically short in relation to the height of their parents. On average, adult women with untreated Turner syndrome are 20cm shorter than adult women without the syndrome. Treatment with additional high-dose growth hormone reduces this difference by about 5cm (about 2in) on average.
How do you respond to being called a good girl? ›Say thanks if you found it sweet.
If your friend called you a good girl and they were saying it to be kind, let them know that you appreciate it. You could say something like, "Aw, thanks, that's so sweet of you," or, "Yep, that's me, good to the core, lucky you to have such a good friend!”
Though many have heard of the story, India law prevents the identities of victims of certain crimes to be revealed, so these are not the girls' real names. Sonia Faleiro investigated their true story, which has now become her book, The Good Girls: An Ordinary Killing.
Is Good Girl Bad Blood part of a series? ›Amazon.com: Good Girl, Bad Blood: The Sequel to A Good Girl's Guide to Murder: 9781984896407: Jackson, Holly: Books.
Will there be a 4th book in the good girl series? ›A Good Girl's Guide to Murder is a young adult mystery debut novel by Holly Jackson. The novel is the first in a series of three novels and one novella: A Good Girl's Guide to Murder (2019); Good Girl, Bad Blood (2020); As Good As Dead (2021); and Kill Joy (2022).
Can you read bad girl reputation before Good Girl Complex? ›Bad Girl Reputation by Elle Kennedy is the second installment within the Avalon Bay series. Although you don't need to read Good Girl Complex beforehand, as the series contains interconnected standalones, I encourage it to get a better sense of some of the minor characters and the community of Avalon Bay.
Are Good Girl Complex and bad girl reputation related? ›Bad Girl Reputation is the second book in your Avalon Bay series and the follow up to last year's Good Girl Complex. Readers first met Evan Hartley in Good Girl Complex when his twin brother, Cooper, got his HEA with Mackenzie.
What is lovers tropes? ›
Trope: (in a romantic novel) a plot, theme, device or character used so often that it has become a convention within the genre. In other words: a romantic trope is the thing readers buy the romance for! Tropes aren't cliches, really, and they aren't formulas. They definitely aren't a paint by numbers novel solution.
Where is Good Girl Complex set? ›Martin's Griffin, this new adult romance introduces readers to the world of Avalon Bay, a beachfront university town in the southern United States. This book focuses on Mackenzie Cabot, a people pleaser from a wealthy family, and Copper Hartley, who has had to fight for what he wants his whole life.
Can I read Good Girl Bad Blood as a stand alone? ›I read Good Girl, Bad Blood straight after reading A Good Girl's Guide to Murder and although it's best read in order (as book 2 contains spoilers of book 1), you could read book 2 as a standalone. One thing is for sure, you will definitely want to read book 3 after this!
Does Beach Read have any spicy scenes? ›Beach read is an open-door romance novel. Yes, there are spicy and steamy scenes, and the sex scenes are explicit. It's a slow-burn novel getting to the spicy and steamy scenes.
Is A Thousand Boy Kisses appropriate? ›A stand-alone young adult tearjerker romance, recommended for ages fourteen and up.
Is the American Roommate experiment spicy? ›Is The American Roommate Experiment spicy? Yes but The Spanish Love Deception is spicier for me. How many spicy chapters? If I counted correctly, five spicy chapters.
Is Bad Girl Reputation the sequel to Good Girl Complex? ›Bad Girl Reputation is the second book in your Avalon Bay series and the follow up to last year's Good Girl Complex. Readers first met Evan Hartley in Good Girl Complex when his twin brother, Cooper, got his HEA with Mackenzie.
Is the Good Girl Complex a stand alone? ›There was some good chemistry between Mac and Cooper and I liked the side characters of Bonnie and Cooper's twin brother and friends. This is a standalone in a series and does end on a happy note.
Do you have to read a good girls guide in order? ›A Good Girl's Guide to Murder is a series of three books that should be read in order. Each book exposes more secrets in this thrilling young adult read with As Good as Dead being the final novel.
Can Bad Girl Reputation be read as a stand alone? ›Bad Girl Reputation by Elle Kennedy is the second book in her popular Avalon Bay series but can be easily read as a stand-alone.
Are Cooper and Mac in Bad Girl Reputation? ›
Bad Girl Reputation is the second installment within the Avalon Bay series. If you've read the first book, we meet Cooper and Mac. In this, we follow Cooper's twin, Evan, and Genevieve. She's a blast from his past and somebody he can't seem to get enough of.
Is Good Girl Complex Elle Kennedy a series? ›Good Girl Complex was a strong start to a new series for Elle Kennedy. I loved where she went with this book, and I can't wait to get more stories for the rest of Cooper and Mac's gang of friends.
What are the trigger warnings in the Good Girl Complex? ›Today, I'm discussing the thrilling, all-consuming brilliance of A Good Girl's Guide To Murder. Trigger warnings: mentions of rape, self-harm and verbal abuse. Animal death.
Is Beach read appropriate? ›Rated: High, for about 20 instances of strong language and more instances of milder/moderate profanity, and sexual content including two sex scenes, one several pages long and pretty detailed and the other not as long but still detailed.
What age is the cheat sheet for? ›Publisher | Dreamscape Media; Unabridged edition (January 4, 2022) |
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ISBN-10 | 1666522694 |
ISBN-13 | 978-1666522693 |
Reading age | 18 years and up |
Item Weight | 3.53 ounces |
Because Pip does not want Ravi to be in any danger because of her, she breaks up with him. They are both devastated. Pip says they can only be together if Max, not Pip, goes to prison for murder.
What is the twist in a good girl's guide? ›At the climax of the story, Pip discovers that Mr. Ward was having a secret liaison with Andie, and when Andie became belligerent and threatened to ruin him that fateful night, he attempted to restrain her, and she hit her head on his desk.
Is The Good Girl's Guide Based on a true story? ›A Good Girl's Guide to Murder was inspired largely by True Crime, and the form in which podcasts/documentary series' explore these real-life cases.