Voclain Academy

A tortured antihero bound to a brutal contract. A broken heroine with a sharp tongue. A relationship that could save them both if she’ll allow it.

A tortured antihero bound to a brutal contract. A broken heroine with a sharp tongue. A relationship that could save them both if she’ll allow it. From Jordan Grant comes an enemies-to-lovers, 94,000-word romance that takes the listener on a wild ride of epic clap-backs, grade-A dirty talk, addiction, and loss.

Ian Beckett, according to Harlow: He was the mean guy of Voclain Academy, the all-American quarterback and captain who ruled Voclain with a bloodied, iron fist. He was my gorgeous enemy turned my salvation. Then he was mine. But I worry I’ve unleashed the monster from the closet, and no way am I locking him back inside. Harlow Weathersby, according to Ian: She was the only thing unattainable I’d ever wanted, beautiful but with an bite, like a snowstorm come to life. Now, she and her smart mouth are mine. She is perfectly imperfect devastation. Your move, sweetness.

I’ve ruled these grounds for three long years. I should have been expelled on at least six separate occasions, and those are just the ones I remember between the booze and the blackouts. I was a king known for a quick fuse and an even quicker right hook. But I promised Harlow I would holster my fists senior year. Some of my classmates bring out the worst in me though and keeping that promise is going to be harder than I thought. She’s the only tether on my wrath. Pull that tether too tight, and it will snap. Then Hell will unleash on all of us. 

What do you do when your hand is forced? You fight back. You kick and scream and claw your way out of it. And when you can’t kick and scream and claw any longer, your knees buckle, and you give in to the weight of the world. I never wanted this for us. I never wanted to make her my enemy, not ever, not again, but we are both trapped, and only one of us ever had a chance.