Dark Romance Books: Fraternity Housemaid

September 15, 2020 Jamila Jasper

My next romance is definitely on the dark side. Meet Tuck Murphy, the President of Tri-Chi. He’s tall, blond, tattooed, and rules the roost of his fraternity. When he sets his eyes on the Omega Omega pledge, Anijah, everything changes for the notorious campus playboy. Y’all read Book 1 if you’re here, right?! If not… STOP… there WILL BE SPOILERS…

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Many of you had so many questions at the end of the Fraternity Plaything and this prologue will hopefully answer some of those questions… but not all of them. We have a WILD ride ahead in Book II. I know waiting will be frustrating. It will be painful. You might want to lock me in my room until I just get the damn story out, but y’all have my guarantee it will be just as hot as book one and if I can swing it, even better than book one.

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Fraternity Housemaid | FREE Romance Novella Excerpts

Lila Bergen fingered the memory card. She didn’t want to watch whatever Tuck Murphy recorded. She was just happy he’d handed it to her without complaint. Good. Now she didn’t just have dirt on that stupid new pledge, she had video evidence. Enough to blackmail her. Enough to control her.
Lila, Emily, Ally, and the social chair, Charlotte Goodwin, organized the meeting with their new pledge. Charlotte drafted the email.
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From: Lila Bergen (lbergen@laguanagrove.edu)
To: Anijah Cox (acox@lagunagrove.edu)
Subject: Misconduct Hearing
Dear Anijah,
The board has recently come across evidence that you engaged in sexual misconduct with a member of our brother fraternity, Chi Chi Chi. We’ve scheduled a meeting with the Omega Omega board to discuss your misconduct and the ensuing consequences. We uphold our pledges at Omega Omega to a standard higher than the rest of the sororities on campus.
To become an Omega Omega sister, you need to uphold our values which include integrity, honesty, chastity and proper behavior at all times. Your behavior has not represented the values of this sorority and if you want to continue as a pledge, you need to amend your behavior immediately. This amendment shall occur at the whims of the sorority governing board.
Your hearing is tonight at 7:00 p.m. You will wear proper attire and not dress as you usually do. That means shoulders covered. Knees covered. NO makeup. If you are late, we will have an enormous problem. Do not be late!
Sincerely,
Lila, Emily, Ally and Charlotte
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Anijah replied to the email. Misconduct? She’d done nothing wrong. Earlier that morning, Tuck drove her to class, but there was nothing out of the ordinary about her week. They’d sent her into the Tri-Chi frat house with nothing but a crop top saying “USE ME”. She’d slept with a brother, just as they wanted. What possible “misconduct” could there be?
Anijah dressed in a floor length black maxi dress, a black cardigan and a string of pearls around her neck and large pearl studs through her pierced ears. As instructed, she wore no makeup, and she showed up at 6:55 p.m.
Only the board sat in the living room and they arranged the chairs so they surrounded a single dining chair, sat in the middle of the room.
“Sit. Now,” Lila barked as Anijah walked in, without so much as a greeting. Anijah sat. In front of her, there was a small fold-out table with a memory card on it. She wrinkled her nose, but knew better than to speak unless spoken to.
Anijah sat, crossing her legs at her ankles and staring ahead.
“Thank you for joining us tonight, Anijah,” Lila said, in her sickeningly sweet voice.
“Thank you for having me at the house.”
Lila’s thin lips pinched together in a straight, obviously fake smile. Emily’s red face darkened as she burst into tears.
“Let’s get this over with,” she whimpered.
Her crying seemed dramatic. Perhaps more dramatic than the situation accounted for, but Anijah didn’t know what she could have done to make Emily cry…
“We are here to discuss your misconduct,” Allison Wallis, the Omega Omega VP stated boldly, “We possess all evidence of your misconduct on this memory card.”
“Okay,” Anijah mumbled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Emily choked out a loud sob. Charlotte patted Emily on the back and added, “It’s one thing to act like a whore, but it’s another entirely to betray one of your own sisters.”
“I don’t understand.”
Lila stood up and took the memory card, raising it up dramatically to the light.
“This memory card contains disturbing evidence of your disgusting sexual practices. You allowed fraternity brother Tuck Murphy to penetrate you orally, vaginally and anally, and you did this all on film. While you performed this act of sexual misconduct, you did so knowing that one of your own sisters, Emily, was deeply in love with Tuck. Your actions were not sisterly. Your actions were not actions we’d expect of an Omega Omega sister. You acted like a whore and Tuck Murphy got this footage… who knows who else he spread it around to so you could ruin our reputation.”
Anijah stiffened. She couldn’t deny sleeping with Tuck. But… hadn’t they sent her.
“I thought… You sent me over there with a top that said ‘USE ME’!”
“It’s one thing for you to offer your cunt to the fraternity for equal usage of their property, but the evidence we have shows a clear malicious and romantic intent. You didn’t want to obey our commands, you wanted to steal Tuck Murphy for yourself, make us look like monsters. You weren’t even smart enough to check for a camera. Now that Tuck has this footage, he could ruin you. He could ruin all of us. This is unacceptable, Anijah.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know how he filmed it… I… I didn’t notice a camera or anything!”
Lila leaned forward, eyes gleaming in the dim light.
“Poor girl,” she sneered, “Guess what? When you let yourself get passed around like a slut, it’s only a matter of time before someone gets it on tape. You might have even slept with the other guys, too — who knows how many tapes there are out there. All we know is you let someone film and you look like a cheap hooker.”
“I don’t even like Tuck!” Anijah blurted out, “I promise! I have no romantic intent. I only… I only did what you guys wanted!”
Through her tears, Emily warbled, “You knew I was in love with him, but you wanted him to yourself! Now, Kyle dumped me!”
Charlotte patted her back before sneering at Anijah, “See what you’ve done? You’ve hurt one of your own sisters. It’s a miracle we haven’t dropped you from the pledge class.”
“D-dropped me?” Anijah stammered.
Her mouth went dry. She didn’t want to drop out. Not now that both Omega Omega and the Tri-Chi brothers had footage of what happened between her and Tuck. Oh, God… they both had footage. And if she didn’t join Omega Omega, there wouldn’t be anyone to protect her. Tuck had proven himself to be worse than she could have ever imagined. What they had was never real, Anijah realized. So she could either cast her lot with the bitches, or with the boy who betrayed her.
“Are those the actions of a girl who doesn’t want to get dropped?” Lila responded.
“Please… I’m sorry. I’ll do whatever you want me to. Just don’t drop me. Don’t show anyone the footage. Please… I’ll be an exemplary pledge from now on. You can do whatever you want to me.”
They had already done the worst. The boy she liked was a dickhead. The sorority girls treated her like garbage. And her precious virginity? She’d lost it. No getting it back. There was nothing that could be worse than losing it to Tuck Murphy: the alpha asshole who sold her out.
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Who here hates the sorority girls leave a comment. 👋 I feel like I must be processing some type of trauma the way these mean girls make my skin itch… 😭 Drop a comment, share the excerpt and tell your friends who love romance about Fraternity Plaything…

Someone asked me how long the series was going to be and I need to have a moment of honesty with you. I WANT this series to be 5-7 books long. But I’ll only keep doing it if y’all keep reading it. I think sometimes after around 3-4 books people lose interest… But I don’t know! So if you like the stories, I will keep writing them. My goal is 5-7 books and that’s what I’ll try to do for y’all.

All the best, J.

Dark Romance Books: Fraternity Plaything

August 20, 2020 Jamila Jasper

Fraternity Plaything | Excerpt

Her hand connects with my face and if we weren’t standing in the middle of a Tri-Chi social mixer, I might have slapped back.
“You’re a pig!” she yells, stomping away in a skimpy little crop top showing off her pierced belly button and a skirt that’s so short I can almost see her ass cheeks hanging out.
Emily drags me by the collar into the house kitchen.
“What the hell did you say to the pledge, Tuck?”
“I didn’t do it.”
“Stop being such a dick. She’s a new pledge. We can’t have her going to the Dean and reporting us for hazing.”
“I thought all your new pledges were chill.”
“She is chill, but if you go creeping around freshman girls, maybe she won’t be so chill.”
“Jealous?”
Emily blows her pin-straight blonde hair out of her face.
“I have a boyfriend, Tuck.”
“That didn’t stop us from hooking up last weekend.”
“If you tell Kyle…”
“Relax. I won’t tell Kyle.”
“Good. What did you say to her, then? I need to do damage control.”
“I told her I’d never been with a black girl and if she wanted to, she could be my first.”
“Earth to Tuck, that is not politically correct!”
“Do I look like the dude who cares about being politically correct?”
“Whatever. What you said wasn’t that bad. She had no right to slap you.”
“Exactly. Get your fucking pledge in line.”
“That’s not my job,” Emily whines.
“Right. Your job is sucking me off every Saturday instead of going to Kyle’s baseball games.”
“Shut up. Just shut up!”
“Kiss for the king?”
“There’s a reason everyone on this campus hates you,” Emily snaps, denying me a kiss.
“What did I do?”
She storms off, leaving one last word, “Get Allison to fix this. Otherwise, I don’t care.”
“Whatever.”
I crack open another PBR and wander through the crowd to find the sister sorority VP, Allison Wallis. She’s leaning all over Chet Burke, who has a girlfriend, last time I checked. Not like Allison minds laying flat for the frat every chance she gets.
“Yo, Ally.”
She rolls her eyes and stumbles forward, nearly emptying her red cup all over me. I step back, dusting off my turquoise polo while fiddling with the nub on the top of the can.
“What do you want, Tuck?”
“Your black pledge just slapped me in front of everyone downstairs. You need to get that frosh in line.”
“Can’t you see I’m busy?”
Chet pries himself away from her, leaving Ally very free to do exactly what I fucking asked her.
“Thanks for fucking up my guaranteed hookup.”
“Stop being a slut for five seconds. I’m trying to tell you something.”
“Right… something racist?”
“No. Nothing racist. But your black pledge just slapped me across the face.”
“She has a name.”
“She’s a fucking freshman. I don’t care what her name is.”
“Well you can’t call her the ‘black pledge’. We didn’t accept her because she’s black.” Allison sounds defensive, which makes me think she did exactly that.
“Right, I’m sure the n-word incident from last year had nothing to do with that.”
“First of all, Tuck, Katie said she was sorry about that and Anijah’s family is fucking loaded. Her parents are like… major rich plastic surgeons or something. Her dad did Kim K’s fifth BBL.”
“Yo, her name’s Anijah?”
“Yes. And why did she slap you, anyway? I’m sure you deserved it.”
“Dude, it doesn’t fucking matter if I deserved it. These freshman chicks need to learn how to behave. I’m the Tri-Chi President and a goddamn senior. What do I have to do to get a little respect around here? We can always start hanging out with the Pi Pi girls instead…”
“If you let these Pi Pi coke whores into this house after all the goodwill we’ve built up —
“Exactly. Don’t lose your brother fraternity over some bullshit frosh.”
“Fine. I’ll get her in line. What did you say to her, anyway?”
“Does it matter?”
“This may surprise you, Tuck, but not every girl’s mesmerized by your stupid grey eyes or your fucking tattoos.”
“There’s always the golden hair.”
“You are seriously the worst.”
“Is that why you fucked me last summer?”
“First of all, Tuck, that was an accident. I didn’t mean to fuck you.”
“Dude, you climbed into my bed and said you wanted to ride me like a mechanical bull.”
“I hate you,” she snaps.
“The feeling’s mutual, babe.”
“If you get the fuck out of here, I’ll talk to her like you asked, but I have one request.”
“What?”
“Do not sleep with her.”
“Jealous?”
“I’m not fucking jealous. But you can’t sleep with every girl in our sorority.”
“Right.”
I pop my collar and finish my beer before handing Ally the can to toss out. She desperately shoves the can into the trash before pulling down her low-cut shirt to flash her boobs at some douche who Bryan won’t stop inviting to our private mixers. I ought to grab the guy by the neck and toss him the fuck out, but I have other priorities.
Hot, black priorities. And now I know her name… I push this twiggy loser with a Justin Bieber bowl cut away from the pong table and pry the racquet from his spindly hands to start a game. I could win a game of beer pong with my eyes closed.
Now that I’m playing, I have a perfect view of her. Anijah. She’s standing against the wall, Emily on her left and Ally on her right, my minions doing my dirty work. She’s crying and fidgeting with her name plate necklace hanging against her chest right above her enormous tits.
Poor bratty little frosh. I wonder how her tits would look outside of that tiny crop top. And since when do Omega Omega girls let their sisters walk into frat houses with skirts that short? She has this little tattoo on the top of her thigh and if I stare hard enough, maybe I can read it…
A white ping-pong ball whizzes past my head as this chick’s thighs distract me.
“Watch it, Lucas, you fucking dick.”
“Pay attention, bro,” he slurs.
I grab bowl-cut by the sleeve and bark at him to get new balls from the kitchen. I fucking hate pledges, man. He comes back with a new ball and I sneer at him with a wicked smile on my face.
“See that blonde girl? If you win this game of pong, I’ll get her to sleep with you.”
The kid turns red like he thinks I’m fucking joking or something.
“Yo, Emily. Come here.”
Emily bounds over like a little lapdog, her tits bouncing in a tight white shirt, her nipples poking through. God, she can be such a tease.
“What?”
“If bowl-cut wins this game, will you fuck him?”
“Is that what you want, Tuck?”
“Duh.”
“Fine. I’ll fuck him if he wins. But no one beats Tuck Murphy at beer pong.”
Atta girl. I have the Omega Omega girls so well trained.
The stupid kid accepts my challenge. Pledges are so fucking gullible. I could destroy him in my sleep.
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