There’s something not right about Tennessee Jordan. We have a lot in common. We’re both named after places we’ve never been to. Both were born in this shitty, small town. We’d both probably die here, too.
I met Tennessee in the hallways of our prep school, St. Marks Academy. Most people here believed that the only way you could hide from the devil was if your heart was pure. But after meeting Tennessee, I’ve learned that you can’t hide from evil. It always finds you. Tempts you. Breaks you.
Maybe I’m not the saint my daddy wants me to be. My days are consumed with figuring Tennessee out, fighting past his hardened exterior to find the friend beneath.
He’s got me wondering if we’re all baptized in Bathwater, TX. And maybe if you can’t bury the past, you should drown it.
This is a dark high school romance intended for readers 18 and up.