Frat Wars

We're basically Romeo and Juliet. But dudes. And without all the dying. Chad Being VP of Sigma Beta Psi is wild. I get all the benefits of being in charge with hardly any of the responsibility. Parties, pranks, and frat politics-college life has never been sweeter. Until I meet Bailey Prince. He has the face of a goddamn angel. I don't know where he came from or why I'm so obsessed. But I do know he's a Kappa. And our houses have a rivalry that's written into legend. Bailey At Rho Kappa Tau, I'm a legacy. It's a lot of pressure, but I've always been responsible, never had that rebellious need to rock the boat, and I like it that way. But after a party at Sigma-the jock frat-I meet Chad Doomsen, and for the first time in my life I want to step outside my square. Our houses have always had a rivalry, but some of the guys seem to hate Chad specifically, and I don't know why. He's surprisingly sweet and kind. At least to me. I need to stay away. A relationship with Chad would be betraying the very legacy that brought me here. But I can't help myself. And it seems, neither can he. Frat Wars is a romance between MCs from rival houses. It has friendly competitions, no hazing, and a swoony romance kept secret.

Bro big or bro home. Robbie As social chair of Sigma Beta Psi, I'm the life of the party. It's what I'm known for, and if it's not fun, I'm not interested, simple as that. I'm not someone who overthinks. So when one of my brothers hooks up with a dude from another frat house, it catches me off guard when I can't stop thinking about them ... together. There's only one way for me to get this obsession out of my head, and that's by jumping in with both feet and putting it into practice. The problem is, the one guy who's up for the ride is the last one I'd expect. Brandon Being risk manager of a frat house is nobody's idea of a good time. My brothers get annoyed when I put a damper on their plans, and wrangling drunken frat brothers isn't how I pictured my Saturday nights of senior year. I'm bored. In a rut. Study, frat duties, planning for the future. When is it my turn to let loose for a moment? So when my dumb-as-bricks frat bro is scoping out the house for a little experimenting fun, I throw out the offer like it isn't the most nerve-racking thing I've ever considered. I never imagined I'd actually enjoy it.

Two houses. Two Presidents. One hell of a happy ending. Zeke Being president of a frat house means everything is on my shoulders. Idiot brothers, epic pranks, a list of organizational duties long enough to make my eyes bleed. None of it fazes me. But senior year is almost over, and I'm ready to take a step back. Until the hazing rumors start. I might not know where they're coming from, but I know they're total BS. Now, instead of dialing back the stress, we've broken the number one rule on the row: Don't get the dean's attention. I need to find out who's driving the lies. And all evidence points to one person. Charles I never wanted to become Kappa president. The appointment was made easier, though, when none other than Zeke Ariston took over Sigma house. I've always been ... drawn to him. Fascinated. And maybe a little attracted too. Pity I've never been more than an afterthought to him. But when rumors start to circulate about hazing and the sources lead back to my house, it puts me square on Zeke's radar. I want to help him get to the bottom of it all. And with his attention finally on me, I want to tell him how I feel. The guys on Greek Row meet their chaotic conclusion with this rivals-to-lovers romance full of pranks, shared hoodies, and secret meetings made in the dark.

Two houses. Two Presidents. One hell of a happy ending. Zeke Being president of a frat house means everything is on my shoulders. Idiot brothers, epic pranks, a list of organizational duties long enough to make my eyes bleed. None of it fazes me. But senior year is almost over, and I'm ready to take a step back. Until the hazing rumors start. I might not know where they're coming from, but I know they're total BS. Now, instead of dialing back the stress, we've broken the number one rule on the row: Don't get the dean's attention. I need to find out who's driving the lies. And all evidence points to one person. Charles I never wanted to become Kappa president. The appointment was made easier, though, when none other than Zeke Ariston took over Sigma house. I've always been ... drawn to him. Fascinated. And maybe a little attracted too. Pity I've never been more than an afterthought to him. But when rumors start to circulate about hazing and the sources lead back to my house, it puts me square on Zeke's radar. I want to help him get to the bottom of it all. And with his attention finally on me, I want to tell him how I feel. The guys on Greek Row meet their chaotic conclusion with this rivals-to-lovers romance full of pranks, shared hoodies, and secret meetings made in the dark.

We're basically Romeo and Juliet. But dudes. And without all the dying. Chad Being VP of Sigma Beta Psi is wild. I get all the benefits of being in charge with hardly any of the responsibility. Parties, pranks, and frat politics-college life has never been sweeter. Until I meet Bailey Prince. He has the face of a goddamn angel. I don't know where he came from or why I'm so obsessed. But I do know he's a Kappa. And our houses have a rivalry that's written into legend. Bailey At Rho Kappa Tau, I'm a legacy. It's a lot of pressure, but I've always been responsible, never had that rebellious need to rock the boat, and I like it that way. But after a party at Sigma-the jock frat-I meet Chad Doomsen, and for the first time in my life I want to step outside my square. Our houses have always had a rivalry, but some of the guys seem to hate Chad specifically, and I don't know why. He's surprisingly sweet and kind. At least to me. I need to stay away. A relationship with Chad would be betraying the very legacy that brought me here. But I can't help myself. And it seems, neither can he. Frat Wars is a romance between MCs from rival houses. It has friendly competitions, no hazing, and a swoony romance kept secret.

Bro big or bro home. Robbie As social chair of Sigma Beta Psi, I'm the life of the party. It's what I'm known for, and if it's not fun, I'm not interested, simple as that. I'm not someone who overthinks. So when one of my brothers hooks up with a dude from another frat house, it catches me off guard when I can't stop thinking about them ... together . There's only one way for me to get this obsession out of my head, and that's by jumping in with both feet and putting it into practice. The problem is, the one guy who's up for the ride is the last one I'd expect. Brandon Being risk manager of a frat house is nobody's idea of a good time. My brothers get annoyed when I put a damper on their plans, and wrangling drunken frat brothers isn't how I pictured my Saturday nights of senior year. I'm bored. In a rut. Study, frat duties, planning for the future. When is it my turn to let loose for a moment? So when my dumb-as-bricks frat bro is scoping out the house for a little experimenting fun, I throw out the offer like it isn't the most nerve-racking thing I've ever considered. I never imagined I'd actually enjoy it.