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    Rogue Academic
    Rogue Academic
    Rogue Academic
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    Rogue Academic

    By Isadora Brown

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    Lara Turner wants nothing to do with Godslayer Academy.

    After her father and hundreds of other innocents were massacred in a small Midwestern town by the gods themselves, an eccentric billionaire funds a school specifically to take them down when they attack again - and they will.

    And he wants Lara to attend.

    Lara is brilliant, blunt, and stubborn, but refuses to be part of anything that would inspire the gods' wrath. She doesn't want to risk anyone else.

    But when Robert Lannister - who happens to be just as stubborn and much more brilliant than she is - makes her an offer she can't refuse, Lara is forced to confront the fact that she does want revenge, and this is the opportunity for it - even if it means putting herself at risk.

    Rogue Academic is the first book in a new series by USA Today Best Selling Author Isadora Brown. Fans of THE AVENGERS and Sarah J. Maas can't put this paranormal academy series down!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHeather C. Myers
    Release dateMar 13, 2022
    ISBN9780463693360
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      Rogue Academic - Isadora Brown

      Chapter One

      This was the last place I wanted to be.

      I leaned against the brick lecture hall. The whole thing looked sleek and white, completely modern. I wouldn’t be surprised if Robert Lannister upgraded it again, seeing as how it was his lecture hall and he had the means to do so. In fact, this whole academy was funded by the guy. I was surprised he hadn’t just taken over as dean and named the academy after himself. It was something I was almost positive he would do even though I didn’t know him, had never met him before.

      I must be bored if I was thinking about him.

      Why the hell did Charley need me? She knew how I felt about this place. She did this on purpose. 

      When no one emerged from the room after a moment, I opened the door and stepped inside. I nearly brushed shoulders with a gorgeous blond haired, blue eyed guy with a chiseled jaw and high cheekbones, and that jawline could cut diamonds. He didn’t even see me, fiddling with his heather-grey hoodie, catching the door before it closed and stepping outside. 

      I considered following him, just so I didn’t have to be in a classroom here.

      But Charley was my best friend, and she had been there for me when I needed her. The least I could do was return the favor.

      Surprised you’re here. Charley bumped shoulders with me, coming up behind me.

      Why am I here again? I asked, arching a brow.

      "I don’t even know why I’m here, she admitted, adjusting her shoulder bag. But Robert wanted to see me and you don’t turn down a meeting with Robert Lannister."

      I glanced down at his podium where two students - both female - with shining white teeth and even shinier hair were blinding Lannister with their smiles and their prominently displayed breasts.

      Oh my god, he’s not going to, like, hit on you or something, right? I asked.

      Charley made a face, wrinkled her nose, eyes closed tight before giving me one of her patented faces of disbelief. She adjusted her homemade floral crown in her blonde hair.

      What? No. He would never date a student.

      I gestured with my hands - which must have caught Robert Lannister’s attention because the two girls suddenly disappeared up the opposite staircase and he beckoned us with fingers.

      Uh, hello? Charley, you wanted to bring your friend to class today or something?

      Charley smirked and began to head down the stairs. I had no choice but to follow, my face heating up.

      Hey, Professor Lannister, Charley said. 

      Come on, it’s Robert. He glanced over at me. And who’s…?

      I curled hair behind my ear, looking at the sleek grey walls, the huge projector that must have been new, anywhere but at him. He was kind of a celebrity in this country, in the world, really. It wasn’t just because he was ridiculously rich or that he created this academy specifically for people who wanted to potentially unite with like-minded individuals to take a stand against the gods currently causing chaos in pockets of our world, but because he and a group of Godslayer killed one of the gods who had attacked South Haven three years ago.

      He was a hero, a legend.

      And probably one of the smartest men on the planet.

      I had seen pictures, of course. The guy was a charmer, quick-thinking and even quicker with talking. Short, black hair slightly messy, darker eyes, a chiseled jaw, salt-and-pepper whiskers covering the lower half of his face - the only sign of him being unkempt in any way. Other than that, he was always in an expensive suit molded to his stocky frame like they were made for him - and they probably were.

      Now that I was in front of him in person, I couldn’t help but think he was much shorter in person than he was in the pictures. I glanced to his loafers, wondering if he wore lifts.

      Hey, Freckles, you got a name?

      Before I could respond, the door creaked open slowly. I looked back, only to see a tall man with a rigid, cool look of indifference on his delicate, angled face. He had perfect posture, baby blue eyes that contrasted with his short, dark hair. His shoulders were broad, navy blue scrubs fitting his taut, lean form as he walked down the staircase, gaze only focused on Robert Lannister, a brow arched. 

      Fuck me, Charley muttered under her breath. He wasn’t exactly my type, but I could see why - And not in the good way.

      Who’s that? I whispered, tilting my head in her direction.

      Stephen Palmer, she replied in that same loud-whisper. Biggest douchebag on campus, quite possibly in all of Michigan. And that’s saying something.

      You know we can hear you, this Stephen Palmer said drolly. "And it’s Doctor."

      The doctor.

      I heard of him. He had magic hands, capable of bringing anyone back from the dead.

      Well, almost anyone.

      He was still a man, after all.

      What, exactly, did you want me here for, Lannister? Stephen asked, not even bothering to look our way. We were spots on the floor he couldn’t even acknowledge or else his disgust would overtake his cool indifference. I have things to do. Lives to save.

      Robert snorted, leaning back in his cushy desk chair, hands behind his head. Cut the shit, Palmer, he said. We haven’t had a god-attack in one-hundred and thirty-seven days. No one’s been on your table in a while. I didn’t realize the staff over there needed you to supervise bandaging up some drunks after beer pong goes wrong or the dispersing of condoms. 

      Nothing on Stephen’s face flickered with amusement. In fact, he remained silent.

      Right, Robert said, leaning forward. So, I heard that internship you have in your department is still open.

      Internship?

      You didn’t get the memo? Yeah, the big guy wants someone to shadow you, learn from you, just in case…Well, just in case. Robert tilted his head to the side. The prick didn’t tell you?

      By prick, surely you’re not referring to the dean, Stephen

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