Release Date: 12/16/14
Reeling from her boyfriend's
disappearance, Raevyn Jones is shocked to learn that she is considered suspect
number one. To make matters worse, rumors are swirling that golden boy, Jeffrey
Donnelly, isn't just missing...he may never be coming back.
And Raevyn is being framed.
Her second semester at Benjamin Wallace Fitzgerald University, the nation's first Ivy League institution for African Americans, is full of twists and turns.
Soon Raevyn will learn not to trust anyone, not even the people she calls friend.
And Raevyn is being framed.
Her second semester at Benjamin Wallace Fitzgerald University, the nation's first Ivy League institution for African Americans, is full of twists and turns.
Soon Raevyn will learn not to trust anyone, not even the people she calls friend.
by Necole Ryse
Release Date: 06/17/14
Summary from Goodreads:
Nineteen-year-old Raevyn Jones has never worn a designer gown. She's never had access to unlimited champagne or chauffeured limo rides.
But when she is dropped in the midst of the Black Ivy League--against her will--she has to pretend that everything is normal, as if she belongs.
When her new friends start to question her sketchy past and her shaky legacy at Benjamin Wallace Fitzgerald University, Raevyn realizes she will have to rely on her street smarts more than ever before.
Raevyn starts to receive cryptic text messages and emails from an anonymous sender and she soon discovers that not only does someone want her to leave B.W.Fitz--someone also wants to end her life.
But when she is dropped in the midst of the Black Ivy League--against her will--she has to pretend that everything is normal, as if she belongs.
When her new friends start to question her sketchy past and her shaky legacy at Benjamin Wallace Fitzgerald University, Raevyn realizes she will have to rely on her street smarts more than ever before.
Raevyn starts to receive cryptic text messages and emails from an anonymous sender and she soon discovers that not only does someone want her to leave B.W.Fitz--someone also wants to end her life.
About the Author
“This qualifies as stalking.” I hurried past him as a few passerby looked on curiously. This was not what I needed right now.
Detective Douglas picked up speed and fell into step beside me. “I’m not violating any of your rights, sweetie.” He reeked of stale cigarette smoke. His hair peeked from under his hat, falling into his eyes. He brushed the curls away, but they stubbornly fell back into place. He couldn’t have been making any progress in the investigation if he was still questioning me.
“Instead of following me around why don’t you find out who actually kidnapped my boyfriend? Thanks, by the way. Now everyone knows.”
“Not my problem.” He shrugged. “You shouldn’t keep secrets.”
“I did nothing wrong.”
“On the contrary, Miss Jones.” He stopped when I reached the steps of the Economics building. I took the steps taking two at a time. “I think you did something very wrong. And I promise you, I’ll find out.”
My blood turned into ice. I dashed inside just as he yelled, “I’m watching you, Raevyn!”
Necole Ryse graduated from Towson
University with Bachelor’s Degree in Mass Communications. Bored
with life as an adult, Necole decided to follow her dreams to write fiction and
she hasn’t looked back. She enjoys chocolate covered pretzels, Criminal Minds
marathons, and all things Harry Potter.
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EXCERPT
I got about halfway across campus to my class when I noticed Detective Douglas. I was hustling towards the Economics building when I saw him, standing, as if he had been waiting for me to cross his path. Everything in me wanted to bolt the other way but I had to show him that I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t guilty of anything and he had no right to be here. He stomped out a cigarette and blew out a large puff of smoke when I approached. His dark hair made his face a ghostly white. The bags around his eyes were more prominent than the last time we’d seen each other. “This qualifies as stalking.” I hurried past him as a few passerby looked on curiously. This was not what I needed right now.
Detective Douglas picked up speed and fell into step beside me. “I’m not violating any of your rights, sweetie.” He reeked of stale cigarette smoke. His hair peeked from under his hat, falling into his eyes. He brushed the curls away, but they stubbornly fell back into place. He couldn’t have been making any progress in the investigation if he was still questioning me.
“Instead of following me around why don’t you find out who actually kidnapped my boyfriend? Thanks, by the way. Now everyone knows.”
“Not my problem.” He shrugged. “You shouldn’t keep secrets.”
“I did nothing wrong.”
“On the contrary, Miss Jones.” He stopped when I reached the steps of the Economics building. I took the steps taking two at a time. “I think you did something very wrong. And I promise you, I’ll find out.”
My blood turned into ice. I dashed inside just as he yelled, “I’m watching you, Raevyn!”
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