FIERCE: A High School Enemies to Lovers Romance (Rosewood High Book 4)

by Tracy Lorraine

  THANK YOU so much for taking a chance on this series, I’m so grateful to have you along for the ride with me.

  As always, I need to say a huge thank you to my PA and alpha reader for Fierce. Sam openly admitted that she hated Chelsea before embarking on this book and I’m please to say that we broke her down to the point that she actually cried for Chelsea. I couldn’t have completed this book in time without your help so thank you so much for that and everything else you do.

  My beta readers, Darlene, Deanna, Michelle, Nicole, Susanne and Tracy for their quick feedback and support.

  I should probably also give my daughter a huge shout out for being utterly incredible during Lockdown and allowing me to continue writing so that I didn’t lose my mind as well as my deadlines!

  I hope Chelsea and Shane’s story was everything you hoped it would be. If you hadn’t already guessed, we’re heading back to Rosewood to get to know Zayn a little better, and at last, it’s Poppy’s turn.

  Keep your eyes peeled though because I’ve also got a couple of short stories from this world coming soon in boxsets release this winter and you’re not going to want to miss them!

  Until next time,

  Tracy xo

  Also by Tracy Lorraine

  Falling Series

  Falling for Ryan: Part One #1

  Falling for Ryan: Part Two #2

  Falling for Jax #3

  Falling for Daniel (An Falling Series Novella)

  Falling for Ruben #4

  Falling for Fin #5

  Falling for Lucas #6

  Falling for Caleb #7

  Falling for Declan #8

  Falling For Liam #9

  Forbidden Series

  Falling for the Forbidden #1

  Losing the Forbidden #2

  Fighting for the Forbidden #3

  Craving Redemption #4

  Demanding Redemption #5

  Avoiding Temptation #6

  Chasing Temptation #7

  Rebel Ink Series

  Hate You #1

  Trick You #2

  Defy You #3

  TBC #4

  Rosewood High Series

  Thorn #1

  Paine #2

  Savage #3

  Fierce #4

  Ruined Series

  Ruined Plans #1

  Ruined by Lies #2

  Ruined Promises #3

  Never Forget Series

  Never Forget Him #1

  Never Forget Us #2

  Everywhere & Nowhere #3

  Chasing Series

  Chasing Logan

  The Cocktail Girls

  His Manhattan

  Her Kensington

  Co-written with Angel Devlin

  Hot Daddy Series

  Hot Daddy Sauce #1

  Baby Daddy Rescue #2

  The Daddy Dilemma #3

  Single Daddy Seduction #4

  Hot Daddy Package #5

  B.A.D. Inc. Series

  Torment #1

  Ride #2

  Bait #3

  Break #4

  Provoke #5

  About the Author

  Tracy Lorraine is a M/F and M/M contemporary romance author. Tracy has just turned thirty and lives in a cute Cotswold village in England with her husband, baby girl and lovable but slightly crazy dog. Having always been a bookaholic with her head stuck in her Kindle, Tracy decided to try her hand at a story idea she dreamt up and hasn’t looked back since.

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  If you love my Rosewood High series then check out my Rebel Ink series. It’s full of British dirty-talking, swoon-worthy inked up alphas. You’re going to adore them!

  Keep reading for a sneak at book one Hate You, a steamy enemies to lovers romance.

  Hate You Prologue

  Tabitha

  I stare down at my gran’s pale skin. Her cheeks are sunken and her eyes tired. She’s been fighting this for too long now, and as much as I hate to even think it, it’s time she found some peace.

  I take her cool hand in mine and lift her knuckles to my lips.

  “It’s Tabitha,” I whisper. I’ve no idea if she’s awake, but I don’t want to startle her.

  Her eyes flicker open. After a second they must adjust to the light and she looks right at me. My chest tightens as if someone’s wrapping an elastic band around it. I hate seeing my once so full of life gran like this. She was always so happy and full of cheer. She didn’t deserve this end. But cancer doesn’t care what kind of person you are, it hits whoever it fancies and ruins lives.

  Pulling a chair closer, I drop onto it, not taking my eyes from her.

  “How are you doing today?” I hate asking the question, because there really is only one answer. She’s waiting, waiting for her time to come to put her out of her misery.

  “I’m good. Christopher upped my morphine. I’m on top of the world.”

  She might be living her last days, but it doesn’t stop her eyes sparkling a little as she mentions her male nurse. If I’ve heard the words ‘if I were forty years younger’ once while she’s been here, then I’ve heard them a million times. She’s joking, of course. My gran spent her life with my incredible grandpa until he had a stroke a few years ago. Thankfully, I guess, his end was much quicker and less painful than Gran’s. It was awful at the time to have him healthy one moment and then gone in a matter of hours, but this right now is pure torture, and I’m not the one lying on the hospital bed with meds constantly being pumped into my body.

  “Turn the frown upside down, Tabby Cat. I’m fine. I want to remember you smiling, not like your world’s about to come crashing down.”

  “I know, I’m sorry. I just—” a sob breaks from my throat. “I don’t know how I’m going to live without you.” Dramatic? Yeah. But Gran has been my go-to person my whole life. When my parents get on my last nerve, which is often, she’s the one who talks me down, makes me see things differently. She’s also the only one who’s encouraged me to live the life I want, not the one I’m constantly being pushed into.

  That’s the reason I’m the only one visiting her right now.

  When my parents discovered that she was the one encouraging my ‘reckless behaviour’, as they called it, they cut contact. I can see the pain in her eyes about that every time she looks at me, but she’s too stubborn to do anything about it, even now.

  “You’re going to be fine. You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. How many times have I told you, you just need to follow your heart. Follow your heart and just breathe. Spread your wings and fly, Tabby Cat.”

  Those were the last words she said to me.

  Hate You Chapter One

  Tabitha

  The heavy bass rattles my bones. The incredible music does help to lift my spirits, but I find it increasingly hard to see the positives in my life while I’m hanging out with my friends these days. They’ve all got something exciting going on—incredible job prospects, marriage, exotic holidays on the horizon—and here I am, drowning in my one-person pity party. It’s been two months since Gran left me, and I’m still wondering what the hell I’m meant to be doing with my life.

  “Oh my god, they are so fucking awesome,” Danni squeals in my ear as one song comes to an end. I didn’t really have her down as a rock fan, but she was almost as excited as James when he announced that this was what we were doing for his birthday this year. Although I do wonder if it’s the music or the frontman who’s really captured her attention. She’d never admit it, but she’s got a thing for bad boys.

  I glance over at him with his arm wrapped around Shannon’s shoulders and a smile twitches my lips. They’re so cute. They’ve got the kind of relationship
everyone craves. It seems so easy yet full of love and affection. Ripping my eyes from the couple, I focus back on the stage and try to block out that I’m about as far away from having that kind of connection with anyone as physically possible.

  I sing along with the songs I’ve heard on the radio a million times and jump around with my friends, but I just can’t quite totally get on board with tonight. Maybe I just need more alcohol.

  “Where to next?” Shannon asks once we’ve left the arena and the ringing in our ears has begun to fade.

  “Your choice,” James says, looking down at her with utter devotion shining in his eyes. It wasn’t a great surprise when Shannon sent a photo of her giant engagement ring to our group chat a couple of months ago. We all knew it was coming—Danni especially, seeing as it turned out that she helped choose the ring.

  Shannon directs us all to a cocktail bar a few streets over and I make quick work of manoeuvring my way through the crowd to get to the bar, my need for a drink beginning to get the better of me. The others disappear off somewhere in the hope of finding a table

  “Can we have two jugs of…” I quickly glance at the menu. “Margaritas please.”

  “Coming right up, sweetheart.” The barman winks at me before his eyes drop to my chest. Hooking up on a night out isn’t really my thing, but hell if it doesn’t make me feel a little better about myself. He’s cute too, and just the kind of guy who would give both my parents a heart attack if I were to bring him home. Both his forearms are covered in tattoos, he’s got gauges in both his ears, and a lip ring. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I imagine the looks on their faces.

  My gran’s words suddenly hit me.

  Just breathe.

  My hand lifts and my fingers run over the healing skin just below my bra. My smile widens.

  I watch the barman prepare our cocktails, my eyes focused on the ink on his arms. I’ve always been obsessed by art, any kind of art, and that most definitely includes on skin.

  I’m lost in my own head, so when he places the jugs in front of me, I startle, feeling ridiculous.

  “T-Thank you,” I mutter, but when I lift my eyes, I find him staring intently at me.

  “You’re welcome. I’m Christian, by the way.”

  “Oh, hi.” A sly smile creeps onto my lips. “I’m Biff.”

  “Biff?” His brows draw together in a way I’m all too used to when I say my name.

  “It’s short for Tabitha.”

  “That’s pretty. So… uh… how do you feel about—”

  “Christian, a little help?” one of the other barmen shouts, pulling Christian’s attention from me.

  “Sorry, I’ll hopefully see you again later?”

  I nod at him, not wanting to give him any false hope. Like I said, he’s cute, but after my last string of bad dates and even worse short-term boyfriends, I’m happy flying solo right now. I’ve got a top of the range vibrating friend in my bedside table; I don’t need a man.

  Picking up the tray in front of me, I turn and go in search of my friends. It takes forever, but eventually I find them tucked around a tiny table in the back corner of the bar.

  “What the hell took so long? We thought you’d pulled and abandoned us.”

  “Yes and no,” I say, ensuring every head turns my way.

  “Tell us more,” Danni, my best friend, demands.

  “It was nothing. The barman was about to ask me out, but it got busy.”

  “Why the hell did you come back? Get over there. We all know you could do with a little… loosening up,” James says with a wink.

  “I’m good. He wasn’t my type.”

  “Oh, of course. You only date posh boys.”

  “That is not true.”

  “Is it not?” Danni asks, chipping in once she’s filled all the glasses.

  “No…” I think back over the previous few guys they met. “Wayne wasn’t posh,” I argue when I realise they’re kind of right.

  “No, he was just a wanker.”

  Blowing out a long breath, I try to come up with an argument, but quite honestly, it’s true. My shoulders slump as I realise that I’ve been subconsciously dating guys my parents would approve of. It’s like my need to follow their orders is so well ingrained by now that I don’t even realise I’m doing it. Shame that their ideas about my life, what I should do, and whom I should date don’t exactly line up with mine.

  Glancing over my shoulder at the bar, I catch a glimpse of Christian’s head. Maybe I should take him up on his almost offer. What’s the worst that could happen?

  Deciding some liquid courage is in order, I grab my margherita and swallow half down in one go.

  I’m so fed up of attempting to live my parents’ idea of a perfect life. I promised Gran I’d do things my way. I need to start living up to my promise.

  By the time I’m tipsy enough to walk back to the bar and chat up Christian, he’s nowhere to be seen. I’m kind of disappointed seeing as the others had convinced me to throw caution to the wind (something that I’m really bad at doing), but I think I’m mostly relieved to be able go home and lock myself inside my flat alone and not have to worry about anyone else.

  With my arm linked through Danni’s, we make our way out to the street, ready to make our journeys home, and Shannon jumps into an idling Uber while Danni waits for another to go in the opposite direction.

  “You sure you don’t want to be dropped off? I don’t mind.”

  “No, I’m sure. I could do with the fresh air.” It’s not a lie—the alcohol from one too many cocktails is making my head a little fuzzy. I hate going to sleep with the room spinning. I’d much rather that feeling fade before lying down.

  “Okay. Promise me you’ll text me when you’re home.”

  “I promise.” I wrap my arms around my best friend and then wave her off in her own Uber.

  Turning on my heels, I start the short walk home.

  I’ve been a London girl all my life, and while some might be afraid to walk home after dark, I love it. I love seeing a different side to this city, the quiet side when most people are hiding in their flats, not flooding the streets on their daily commutes.

  My mind is flicking back and forth between my promise to Gran and my missed opportunity tonight when a shop front that I walk past on almost a daily basis makes me stop.

  It’s a tattoo studio I’ve been inside of once in my life. I never really pay it much attention, but the new sign in the window catches my eye and I stop to look.

  Admin help wanted. Enquire within.

  Something stirs in my belly, and it’s not just my need to do something to piss my parents off—although getting a job in a place like this is sure to do that. I’m pretty sure it’s excitement.

  Tattoos fascinate me, or more so, the artists.

  I’m surprised to see the open sign still illuminated, so before I can change my mind, I push the door open. A little bell rings above it, and after a few seconds of standing in reception alone, a head pops out from around the door.

  “Evening. What can I do you for?” The guy’s smile is soft and kind despite his otherwise slightly harsh features and ink.

  “Oh um…” I hesitate under his intense dark stare. I glance over my shoulder, the back of the piece of paper catching my eye and reminding me why I walked in here. “I just saw the job ad in the window. Is the position still open?”

  His eyes drop from mine and take in what I’m wearing. Seeing as tonight’s outing involved a rock concert, I’m dressed much like him in all black and looking a little edgy with my skinny black jeans, ripped AC/DC t-shirt and heavy black makeup. I must admit it’s not a look I usually go for, but it was fitting for tonight.

  He nods, apparently happy with what he sees.

  “Experience?” he asks, making my stomach drop.

  “Not really, but I’m studying for a Masters so I’m not an idiot. I know my way around a computer, Excel, and I’m super organised.”

  “Right…” he trails off,
like he’s thinking about the best way to get rid of me.

  “I’m a really quick learner. I’m punctual, methodical and really easy to get along with.”

  “It’s okay, you had me sold at organised. I’m Dawson, although everyone around here calls me D.”

  “Nice to meet you.” I stick my hand out for him to shake, and an amused smile plays at his lips. Stretching out an inked arm, he takes my hand and gives it a very firm shake that my dad would be impressed by—if he could look past the tattoos, that is. “I’m Tabitha, but everyone calls me Biff.”

  “Biff, I like it. When can you start?”

  “Don’t you want to interview me?”

  “You sound like you could be perfect. When can you start?”

  “Err… tomorrow?” I ask, totally taken aback. He doesn’t know me from Adam.

  “Yes!” He practically snaps my hand off. “Can you be here for two o’clock? I can show you around before clients start turning up. I’ll apologise now for dropping you in the deep end, we’ve not had anyone for a few weeks and things are starting to get a little crazy.”

  “I can cope with crazy.”

  “Good to know. This place can be nuts.” I smile at him, more grateful than he could know to have a distraction and a focus.

  My Masters should be enough to keep my mind busy, but since Gran went, I can’t seem to lose myself in it like I could previously. Hopefully, sorting this place’s admin out might be exactly what I need.