He's strange, and she's sweet—what will happen when the two meet?
Strange Sweetness, an all-new opposites attract, fling to forever romance
from debut author Taahesi B. Williams is now available!
Carmen “Maneater” Reyes has ruled Eden University as its undeniable It-girl, until
getting dumped in the middle of class by her boyfriend shatters her carefully curated
image. Determined to ditch the drama, Carmen decides to focus on classes instead of
men—after all, life is complicated enough when the voices in her head won’t quiet down
about her bad decision-making.
Unfortunately for her, self-control isn’t as easy as it looks—especially when you’re used
to always getting what you want. Or who you want.
Enter Theodore Clayton, disgraced former football star turned brooding, tattooed
wallflower. Forced back to Eden by a deal with his father, Theo just wants to keep his
head down, graduate, and move on. He’s the last person Carmen should ever turn to,
but when her friends suggest a possible hook-up to get her mind off her ex, an
unexpected spark is felt.
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I always hated the walk of shame. Especially the ones with no sex beforehand.
Falling asleep in a random tub after three days of nonstop partying over a long weekend was not how I planned my first week back at Eden. Neither was taking my top off at the pool party on Day Two. I hope none of the school snitches were present; if they were, I would meet with the Dean tomorrow about my behavior.
Eden University was one of the highest-academic performing institutes in Georgia, and the Dean took pride in that. At this HBCU, students from different backgrounds, like me, ‘come together to pursue their goals.’ Or at least that’s what the motto said, though it did sound prettier in Latin.
After spending the summer home arguing with my mother and her new husband, I returned early to complete my LSAT. Now that I’ve finished, I needed time to unwind before the school semester started again. Over the weekend, I downed twenty-three shots, and they all caught up with me last night in the bathroom of a frat house.
Thankfully, my drunk mind still remembered to lock the door behind me before crashing into the cesspool of a bathtub.
Outside was pouring again.
What I missed most about Belize was the sun. Here, it felt like it had rained or snowed every day since I landed. My pumps were soaked, which made walking on the loose gravel hard. They were a pair my mother gifted me when I got into this school.
‘First Generation Graduate,’ she’d beamed as she handed me a box full of items her boyfriend of the week generously donated.
But my mother didn’t care about school stuff; she just wanted to have access to the aristocrats with whom this school had me rubbing shoulders. She didn’t care that I was qualified to get into the school. She just wanted a high profile daughter with high profile friends.
I still accepted the clothes, though; the stuff was cute.
I brought my hands to my lips and blew into them in a failed attempt to warm them up. It was getting hard to see as the rain beat down on my forehead, and I failed to reach the stage of adulting where I bought an umbrella.
Still, I trekked on against my better judgment of trying to find some shelter.
Irrationally, I feared the guys in the frat house would venture out to find me after I left.
They tried to convince me that they could give me a ride, but I heard too many stories about how that can go horribly wrong. Since my house was off-campus and neither of my friends had returned from their vacations yet, this was the best option.
As the rain picked up, I picked up the pace as well. My head was already heating up from the sickness that would definitely hit me tomorrow. The ground was unstable, and my vision became blurry, so what happened next was inevitable.
All I remember was a thud, and everything melted away: the headache, the pain, and the uncomfortable feeling of water in my panties.
Voice one: Of course, that’s all you remember. You slipped, hit your head, and got knocked unconscious.
What the fuck?
Voice two: Language Carmen, I hate cussing.
What is happening?
My eyes fluttered open. The rain still poured down. I was on the rocky path before the Science building, covered in mud with a splitting headache. No one was
around.
So, who’s talking?
Voice two: You know that voice in your head that tells you not to do something? We got a little louder.
Voice one: In your case, I doubt it will change anything.
Oh! You mean like Lizzie McGuire?
Voice two: Oh my God.
Do you have names?
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