No matter how much they like fooling around. Old School Discipline is a 107,000 word enemies-to-lovers romance novel about two angry roommates who can't stand each other and absolutely refuse to believe they could be perfect for each other. But I'm starting to think I might actually belong here. Because getting bent over and spanked by my roommate is pushing buttons I never knew I had.Īny normal person would be planning a jailbreak, I guess. Oh, did I forget to mention the spanking? See, Redwood's all about the old school discipline. When he uses those strong hands to punish me in ways I've never dreamed of, hate is the last thing on my mind. An obnoxious, dominating bastard, with a vicious sneer and massive biceps, and a past no one will talk about. What can I say? It's hard looking this damn good.īax is a complete psychopath. Gotta make an impression, right? The troublemaking twink across the hall is obsessed with me, and his overprotective boyfriend doesn't like that very much. The dean's got it out for me, because I might have broken a fairly big rule on day one. Some lame private college still sounded better than jail.

An exclusive university where they're supposed to turn screw ups like me into upstanding citizens. Somehow, my latest stunt and lousy attitude landed me in Redwood Academy. Hey, if those laptops weren't meant to be stolen, they should have been locked up better. I never planned on continuing my pointless education.

A dorm room that can barely contain the heat. A no nonsense bully with a very firm hand. 44.A slacker with a record and a bad attitude.No matter how good it feels when he says all he wants in the world is me. The last person I need to go breaking all my rules for is the cocky, spoiled brat who used to sleep in the room across the hall. The last person I need to get mixed up with is someone on that list. Who know just how ugly I really am deep down. All the people I can never look in the eye again. At least, I thought I was.Īnother thing I don’t do is think about the past. I’m perfectly happy being a dive bar rock star who can barely pay his rent, chasing the dream until my time or my sanity runs out. I know where those things can get you, and it’s not anywhere I need to go. And I never look twice at a guy who has a bigger bank account than I do. I don’t take something just because I want it. These days, I stick to three basic rules. That’s a whole lot of hassle I don’t need. Watching my mom break hearts and empty bank accounts as we bounced from house to house taught me just how dangerous feelings could be. Easy to fake, maximum payout, and people just never stop falling for it.

I learned early on that pretty much everything in life is a scam, and love’s at the top of the list. Mistakes aren’t supposed to feel this good…

Old School Discipline by Misha Horne