Novels by A.M Lorelai

SCOTT THE BUS DOORS HISSED OPEN, releasing us into the bitter cold of Easton's home ground. The air in the arena lot felt sizzling with tension. Easton was our biggest rival, and the brutal truth was that we had lost to them every single season since I joined the varsity roster.I slung my gear bag over my shoulder. Before I could even make it to the locker room entrance, an arm slammed down onto my shoulder, nearly knocking me off my balance. "How are my favorite bitches doing today?"I turned my head and glared at Wally, the captain of Easton's team. He had his signature wooden toothpick resting lazily between his teeth, a arrogant smirk plastered across his face.I aggressively shoved his arm off my shoulder. "Stop calling my team your bitches, Wally."Wally laughed loudly, resting his hands on his hips. "Why not? Every single time you guys come here, we screw you over. And don't forget we do the exact same thing to you at your own home rink.""Fuck off, Wally," I growled, turni

CHASEMY ALARM WENT OFF AT FIVE FIFTEEN IN THE MORNING, buzzing loudly against my nightstand. Every single sound felt like a hammer slamming directly into the back of my skull.I groaned, rolling over on my side and wincing as the bright morning light peeking through the blinds hit my eyes. My head was pounding, my mouth felt completely dry like sand, and my throat was raw. I looked down at myself and realized I was still wearing the tight party dress Bree had forced me into the night before, completely rumpled and smelling faintly of stale alcohol and rain.I looked across the room at Bree’s bed. It was completely empty, her sheets were still made from yesterday. Panic flared in my chest for a second until I remembered she had probably stayed over at Chet’s place after the party died down. I pulled up her chat on my phone and rapidly typed out a quick text message to let her know I was awake and leaving for the athletic lot, also for her to call me and respond fast, dropping my p

SCOTT MY ARM WAS RESTING LOOSELY AROUND SARAH'S WAIST, but my eyes were glued to the front door of Chet’s packed living room. The bass from the speakers was vibrating right through the floorboards, making my chest ache. I didn't even want to be at this party, but sitting in my room listening to my own thoughts was worse. The front door swung open, and the cold night air rushed inside. My heart completely stopped. Chase walked in beside a girl. She was wearing a short, dark dress that showed off her long legs, her hair falling over her shoulders in soft waves. She looked unbelievable. Every guy standing near the entrance turned his head to stare at her, the room suddenly feeling five degrees hotter. Sarah raised her free hand and waved at them with a bright smile. "Hey, guys!" Chase’s eyes met mine for a split second, and I saw her whole body stiffen. Before they could walk over to us, I pulled my arm away from Sarah's waist. "I'm going to find Adam," I said quickly, turning o

MY BRAIN FELT COMPLETELY FRIED BY FRIDAY AFTERNOON. The endless cycle of hockey schedules, drama class, and running around campus was wearing me out. When Bree dragged me out and said she was taking me on a spa date, i didn't even try to fight her. I desperately needed a break from everything. The spa near campus was warm, smelling of eucalyptus and lavender. Bree and I ended up in a relaxing side-by-side pedicure station, sinking into massage chairs with white towels wrapped around our legs."See?" Bree said, leaning her head back against the cushion with her eyes closed. "Isn't this a million times better than staring at ice or reading old English plays?""You have no idea," I muttered, letting out a long breath as the warm water relaxed my aching feet. "I feel like I haven't breathed properly all week."A group of three girls from our university were sitting in the nail chairs right next to us, getting manicures. One of them, a pretty blonde named Sarah, noticed me and turned

MY BACK WAS PRESSED FLAT AGAINST THE COLD HALLWAY WALL, BUT I REFUSED TO SHRINK UNDER HIS INTENSE GAZE. I looked right up into Scott's dark, furious eyes, my jaw locked so tight my teeth ached."You want me to drop out?" I asked, my voice dangerously quiet. "You're the one who sat in that room acting like you were Darcy himself, quoting Virginia Woolf like you actually opened a book for once in your life. If anyone set us up for this, Scott, it was you and your massive ego."His hand on the doorframe tightened, his knuckles turning stark white against the dark trim. "I don't care about your little theatrical ambitions, Chase. I'm telling you to pull your name off that signup sheet before the end of the day.""And I'm telling you to go to hell," I said, putting my palms against his chest and pushing with all the strength I had left.He barely moved an inch, his broad frame rooted to the spot, but the look of spite, burning in my eyes forced him to take a half-step back to keep his bala

MY LUNGS WERE BURNING BY THE TIME I REACHED THE THIRD FLOOR OF THE HUMANITIES BUILDING. An announcement had popped up on my phone just thirty minutes before class, Professor Presley had moved Advanced Theater Literature to the east wing. On a campus this huge, that meant sprinting across two quads just to avoid being marked late.I pushed open the doors of the lecture hall, trying to be as quiet as possible.The room was already packed, the low hum of student chatter filling the air. Scanning the rising rows of seats, I spotted an empty row near the middle. I hurried up the steps, slid into the row, and quickly sat down next to a girl with bright red hair who moved her jacket out of my way."Thank you so much," I whispered, breathing out a small sigh of relief as I unzipped my bag."No problem," she murmured back.I pulled out my notebook and turned my head to settle into my seat. That was when my eyes landed on the row just across the aisle, sitting slightly behind me.My heart did