SCANDALOUS PARK AVENUE PRINCE

Park Avenue Princes #3

by Ella Frank & Brooke Blaine

Cover, Blurb & Excerpt Reveal

Release Date: February 8, 2024

Cover Design:






Hang Le



Photographer:



Ren Saliba

Genre: M/M College Romance Standalone

Trope: Girlfriend’s dad, age-gap, secret relationship, closeted, perfect guy, single dad, found family

Synopsis

Who are we? Like you even need to ask. We’re the seven richer-than-sin legacies causing debauchery at the prestigious Astor University in Manhattan.

Some call us spoiled.

Some call us trouble.

But everyone calls us the Park Avenue Princes.

Preston Abernathy

“The Perfect Guy”

When people look at me, I know what they see.

-a model student

-senator’s son with a shining future in politics

-Serena Carrington’s boyfriend

-the studious, polite, dependable Park Avenue Prince

But sometimes looks can be deceiving. Because I’m hiding a secret. A big one. One that could shake the very foundation of the Upper East Side elite.

My secret has dark blond hair and a smile that could charm the pants off anyone—including mine. Charismatic. Powerful. Unbelievably gorgeous, with a body I fantasize about—not that they will ever know. This secret is one I’ll take to the grave.

Because, you see, I am in love with a Carrington, just not the one I’m dating.

And what’s a bigger scandal than falling for your girlfriend’s dad?

Excerpt

As Mr. Carrington disappeared inside one of the study rooms, I ducked in behind him. As the door shut, he turned and leveled me with an assessing stare. The polite mask from moments ago dropped as his eyes narrowed and his lips thinned.

“Lock the door, please, Preston.”

“Lock the—”

“I don’t think you want anyone to overhear the conversation we’re about to have, so, yes, I think it would be best if you lock the door.”

Oh shit. I wasn’t sure if I should be excited or terrified by the seriousness of his voice. But my dick sure as hell knew what it was feeling as it throbbed back to life.

The lock clicked into place and seemed to echo off the walls as I found myself standing in the small confines of the room, and for the first time ever I understood the appeal of fucking around during study period.

I could totally fuck around in here.

With him.

“I had a very interesting conversation with my daughter this weekend.”

Okay, so I’d been right. He knew.

He knew we weren’t dating. He knew we weren’t really a couple.

So if that was the case, why did he look so…annoyed?

“Oh?”

“Oh?” Mr. Carrington put his coffee cup down on the desk behind him and took a step toward me. “Is that all you’ve got to say for yourself?”

I opened my mouth, about to say yes because that was the proper response, but then thought, fuck it. This was my chance. This might be my only chance to really speak my mind, my truth around this man, and a polite “yes” just wasn’t going to cut it.

“No. I have a whole lot to say. I’m just not sure if you want to hear it.”

“I want to hear the truth.”

“Really?”

“Try me.”

Okay. If he wanted to know the truth, I’d give it to him.

My eyes shifted to his mouth. “I’ve wanted to kiss you from the first moment I saw you.”

Mr. Carrington’s brows all but hit his hairline. My words were clearly not what he’d been expecting.

“Preston, that’s not what—”

“You meant?” I asked, deciding it was now or never. “What you wanted to hear? I thought you wanted the truth? And the truth is that night at the charity event was the hottest moment of my life. And it was just a kiss.”

His lips parted in surprise, and apparently I’d shocked the hell out of him, because he wasn’t able to say a word.

I took a step toward him. “I know it was wrong. But you have to understand that Serena and I aren’t together like that—”

“But that’s what I don’t understand,” he said. “This lie that the two of you perpetuated… Explain it to me. Are you gay or bi or confused—”

“I’m not confused.” I took another step closer. “I know exactly what I want, I just never thought I had a hope of getting it.”

Close enough now that I could touch him, Mr. Carrington surprised me by touching me first, putting his hand on my chest. But if the move was meant to deter me, it failed. Because that one touch was a shock that reverberated through my body, shooting straight to my dick.

“Preston—”

“I love how you say my name.” I put my hand over his where it still rested on my chest, holding him there even when he tried to pull back. “Don’t you want to hear me say yours?”