\Shh! by Stacey Nash
(Oxley College #1)Publication date: February 23rd 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Nineteen-year-old Olivia Dean has the perfect reputation, the perfect boyfriend, and an increasingly perfect CV. She has it all, until Christian breaks up with her in public, calling her out as a self-gratifying sexoholic: the kind that plays solo. But Olivia doesn’t masturbate all night — the only thing she does is sleep … right?
Now all the boys on campus seem to want her attention for the absolutely wrong reason — including resident hottie, Logan Hays. He’s pulling out his best moves to gain her attention, so resisting his sexy charm is hard work. With rapidly slipping grades, a disturbingly lurid reputation and demanding parents, Olivia must discover the truth behind her rumoured sleeping problem. If she doesn’t, the perfect life she’s worked so hard for may slip away, including the one person who has Olivia breaking all her rules — Logan.
What do you do when you’re asleep?
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Shh! is a story about acceptance, learning to trust and in turn love while facing life’s unexpected difficulties.
NB: This book is of a mild heat level, and contains no explicit sex scenes.
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Sorry
I missed breakfast. Catch you at dinner.
A
string of girls who I knew—we’d all been freshers together last
year—walked right past me, talking softly as if they thought I
couldn’t hear, but when people are talking about you, it’s not
hard to tell. And those girls were most definitely doing just that.
The glances my way every few seconds were a dead giveaway when
everyone else in the room was deliberately avoiding my gaze.
I
ducked my head, and studied my phone again. Whatever was going on, it
was weird. I was the captain of Oxley’s hockey team, netball team,
in the social committee, and even campaigning for the university’s
student council. I had lots of friends.
Savannah’s
giggle sounded like it came from somewhere behind me. Thank gosh. I
really needed to talk to her and figure out what was happening. The
whispers and stares, the fresher at uni this morning, Dane on
Saturday night, sexploits—Oh
my gosh. Christian. I glanced over my shoulder, raising my hand to
call Savvy over, but my heart dropped into my stomach.
Savvy
was attached to Dane’s hip. Her arm hung around his waist and his
rested on her shoulders. Christian walked in step with them and the
two guys wore massive grins. I hadn’t seen Christian that happy
since … well, since I couldn’t remember. I suppose now that I
thought about it, lately he’d been kind of cranky and tired. Always
tired.
I
swung back around in my seat, hoping they hadn’t seen me, and there
someone had sat in the chair opposite me: the tool from this morning.
He stared like I was some porn star he’d just paid to watch. And he
smelled like a brewery; not to mention his eyes looked a little
glassy.
Those
same eyes locked on my mine and he placed his flattened palm on his
chest like he was about to dive headfirst into a heartfelt apology.
Which frankly, he owed me. His hand circled over his left pec, going
for his heart, but then it moved to the other side and—ohmygod
did
he just tweak his nipple?
My heart pounded a little faster and I glanced away. The entire
dining hall looked at us. But he was like a train wreck. I couldn’t
stop my gaze sliding back. His hand trailed down his chest and
disappeared under the table in the general direction of his groin. He
moaned, then his arm started moving slow at first and increasing in
speed, all the while his dark eyes held my gaze. Then the crazy guy
rolled his eyes back in his head and yelled, “Yes. Aaa—aa—ash.
Yes!”
Someone
clapped.
He
arched his back. What in hell’s name was this freak doing? It was
like that old nineties movie where the chick faked an orgasm in the
middle of a café, except this was some dude in the centre of the
Oxley College dining hall and I wasn’t entirely sure he was faking
it.
Spent,
he flopped in the seat, his arms hanging beside it, then snapped his
head forward again and his face split in a stupid grin as he pushed
his chair back, placed an arm across his waist, and freaking bowed.
Everyone
laughed.
The
whole room full of people thought this idiot was funny.
I
couldn’t move. It was as if the air had frozen around me and I was
a statue unable to even blink.
“My
impersonation of the one and only Olivia Dean,” he shouted, loud
enough for the whole room to hear.
Couldn’t
the ground just open up and swallow me already? My cheeks burned so
hot they should have caught fire. Blood rushed past my ears so loud
that I couldn’t hear anything; my stomach lurched.
I
was going to throw up.
I
needed to get out of there, right now. Whatever held me in place
snapped free. I shot to my feet and high-tailed it out of the dining
hall, past a million staring faces. The common room was no more than
fuzz at the edge of my periphery, Front Courtyard much the same. I
cut across the back of block F and made a beeline for K, then darted
up the stairs and into my room.
Whatever
was going down, it looked like I was the centre of a joke I didn’t
find funny or nice.
Author of the Collective Series; Forget Me Not and Remember Me. And Oxley College Saga; Shh! and Wait!
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