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  Always & Forever, Vive

  (The Undergrad Years)

  Avery Aster

  I Know What You Did Last Summer meets Pretty Little Liars

  in Avery Aster’s new novel Always & Forever, Vive.

  Operator: “911, what’s your emergency?”

  “Help! I need help. My name is Viveca Farnworth. I’m in a high-rise on the Upper West Side. My friends, Lex, Taddy, Blake, and I are being held hostage by a lunatic with a gun.” I choked back a cry as the voice on the other line asked who’d abducted us. I swear on my Chanel handbag collection I’ve got the worst flippin’ luck ever! “It’s a fellow student…who I’ve been…dating,” I replied. Shit! He’s coming back. Hanging up, I slipped the cellphone in my pocket. He doesn’t know I have it.

  With a body that’s ripped in all the right places, utterly gorgeous, and so freakin’ charming, I glared at him—part in fear, part in some freaky-deaky state of arousal. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen for this psycho. The sex had been so hot. Everything had been so perfect between us. I loved him. And now, he wants me and my Manhattanites…dead? But why? And what can I do to stop him?

  Reader Warning:

  Often while reading Avery Aster’s books, readers have been known to experience hot flashes, orgasms, and laughter to the point of peeing in their pants.

  It’s suggested that you have a bucket of ice nearby, along with a chilled glass of champagne and your favorite sex toy—fully charged—before reading this story.

  Please note that Avery’s writing is not suitable for prudes, slut-shamers, or uptight readers who don’t have a sense of humor about money, sex, or fame. Avery’s books are not intended for anyone under the age of 18.

  Have fun!!

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  XO, Blake (The Undergrad Years)

  by Avery Aster…

  “XO, Blake was full of heart, mystery, and yes, sexy time. There were moments that moved me to tears and others that I just thought to myself, ‘How the hell did that happen?’”

  —Love Words & Books

  “Of the three currently available books, I must admit that this one is my favorite, and it isn’t simply because I love my LGBTQIA fiction. The story had a more serious side story, and Blake was an eighteen-year-old with a heightened sense of responsibility and maturity. The humor that is part and parcel of this series is still very much there, so don’t think that this is a tearjerker of a book.”

  —Bookaholics

  “I loved XO, Blake as I knew I would. I want to know more. Here are some questions to tease you with. Will Taddy deal with the lost she had? Will Blake’s newfound love be his only love? Will Blake’s secret admirer continue to admire from afar? Ahhh…can’t wait for the next adventure.”

  —Worth Reading It

  “There are hundreds of hot, witty and downright amazing quotes throughout this novel, but when I read this quote, ‘Son, that three-syllable word seems mighty big for something which isn’t that much of a deal. Being a homosexual is no different than being a heterosexual, you just like dudes is all. We clear.’ I was completely blown away by it. It’s such a simple sentence, but so… WOW!”

  —Saucy Reviews on Kinky Corner

  “Aster tells a fast-paced, passionate story that includes its share of emotional ups and downs. This fun and spicy book has some hot gay lovin’ and let’s just say that Blake, despite his technical virginity, can rock that headboard!”

  —Vox Libris

  “I highly recommend XO Blake to anyone looking for a fast-paced story, as it’s a reminder that friends should be like Blake: loyal, caring and nonjudgmental.”

  —Penny for My Thoughts

  “Addressing issues such as fetishism, sexual identity, sexual awakening and HIV; XO Blake quickly distinguishes itself as ‘a read with a reason.’ It gives readers both a sexy, unputdownable, fully evolved drama and a thought-provoking social commentary.”

  —WTF Are You Reading

  “This is Blake’s story, and boy, do I love this boy. I love seeing his shy side and the love he has for his family and his BFF, VBF and BFFL (aka his ladies). I adore his relationship with his best friend Thor and the love of his family.”

  —BJ’s Book Reviews

  “I’m a new fan of author Avery Aster. I recently discovered The Undergrad Series and I devoured the first three books. The characters all lead complex and highly dramatic lives, but you should plan on being completely sucked into their chaos and loving it.”

  —Maine Book Momma

  Blake’s life has the typical over-the-top shenanigans that he and the girls are destined to fall prey to and that we’ve grown to love so much!”

  —Little Red Riding Hood

  The handsomest angel I’ve ever seen.

  To Lynn, the strongest woman I know. I’m honored to call you a close friend. You make New York City feel as home, and I adore you for that. Thank you for being a true Scorpio. You’ve always had my back, and I will forever have yours. Love, Avery

  Always & Forever, Vive

  Copyright 2015 Avery Aster

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

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  New York, New York 10021

  First edition: June 2015

  www.AveryAster.com

  Author's Note

  Young, Beautiful & Filled with Pain

  Cast of Characters

  Part One: Bring it, Bitch!

  Prologue: From the Desk of Stockholm School for Girls

  Chapter One: A bidet, two boyfriends, and Mama’s f-bomb call from Hell!

  Chapter Two: Charmaine Whitedove to the Rescue

  Chapter Three: Teacher’s Pet

  Part Two: Poppy White Goes M.I.A.

  Chapter Four: A Dateless Weekend

  Chapter Five: Sleeping Secrets

  Part Three: Get The Fuck Outta Here!

  Chapter Six: Kinship Revenge

  Chapter Seven: I’m Sorry

  The End

  Hey. Wait!! There's More...

  Special Acknowledgments

  About Avery Aster

  Also By Avery Aster

  A Smexy Excerpt

  Hello, Gorgeous Reader,

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  Welcome to The Undergrad Years! If you’re new to this series, don’t worry. Each book may be read as a stand-alone, and in any order. I promise you won’t be lost; however, it’ll enhance your reading experience if you’ve read Love, Lex; Yours Truly, Taddy; and XO, Blake before starting this novel.

  Always & Forever, Vive takes place in 2003 and is a new adult prequel companion to the full-length, stand-alone erotic romance novel Uncensored (The Manhattanites), which takes place in present time.

  For ‘Man Candy’ and fun quotes, tweet or Instagram with me @AveryAster while reading this story and let me know what you think. I swear on my lifetime supply of Diet Coke, I’ll follow ‘ya back.

  Hugs from NYC,

  Avery

  A Coming of Age Poem

  He told me I was beautiful

  Mama said I was too young

  My heart, filled with sadness

  I’ve got nothing but money

  Dressed in the finest clothes

  Always wearing the fiercest shoes

  Drinking hides my pain

  Popping pills makes me numb

  Thinking about my past mistakes kills me every time

  Once I had the truest love

  A handsome man

  Together we made a baby girl

  Now they’re both gone

  I’m a broken bird

  Don’t want to be a teenager anymore

  Ugly on the inside

  That’s where I’m filled with so much hurt

  Just make it all stop

  Viveca “Vive” Farnworth (18): Lhaso Apso-lover and heiress to Farnworth Firewater Liquor Company, Vive is a party girl who has taken on two male lovers and is convinced someone is out to kill her Manhattanites.

  Alexandra “Lex” Easton (18): Daughter to famed rockers Eddie and Birdie Easton, she is dumped by her hot cop boyfriend after breaking the law…again, and wants to try and leave her past behind.

  Tabitha Adelaide “Taddy Brill” Brillford (18): Roofied at a club and faced with doubts about college, Taddy is pressing onward and upward, taking the modeling industry by storm.

  Blake Morgan III (18): He’s dating Diego and discovers that being on top has its advantages. Especially, when his own life is spinning out of control.

  Poppy White (19): Host of her own talk show and fellow student, she’s the most popular girl on campus and, of course, Vive’s #1 frenemy.

  Jay Austin Johnston (22): A Masters of Journalism major who’s dating Vive.

  Seneca Seminole (24): PhD student in Sociology. He’s a Native American who’s starting to have true feelings for Vive.

  Thor Edwards (18): Blake’s roommate at college. After being dealt some life-altering news, he’s making the best of it.

  Bring it, Bitch!

  “Let’s be clear here, people. Someone has been after us for a long time, and they want us dead. I won’t give up without a fight. Heck no! For protection, I’m getting myself a handgun that I’ll keep locked and loaded in my Fendi. No one will take us down. Ever!”—Taddy Brill, Playboy centerfold, college freshman.

  From the Desk of Stockholm School for Girls

  October 16, 1992

  Dear Mr. and Mrs. Farnworth,

  It’s an honor to have your daughter, Viveca—or as she likes to be called, Vive—at our school. However, over the last few weeks, we’ve caught her using profanity with the other students during recess, which is unusual for an eight-year-old.

  For instance, when her teacher, Mrs. Skarsgård, told her it was time to come inside and get ready for arts and crafts, Vive flipped her the middle finger, telling her to “go fuck herself.”

  When we asked Vive where she’d learned such vulgar language, she’d told us you allowed her to curse. Rest assured this type of talk is not welcome at our school. We pride ourselves on teaching students to express themselves without having to resort to such tactics.

  Please modify this at home so it does not carry over to class. Thank you.

  Yours fondly,

  Principal Maud Lundgren

  March 19, 1994

  Mr. and Mrs. Farnworth,

  Today for ‘show and tell’, your daughter brought in a bottle of Farnworth Firewater liquor. While it’s wonderful that she’s taking pride in your family’s business, the fact remains it’s still alcohol and not allowed on campus.

  Since Vive seemed enthusiastic in sharing the story about how her grandmother had started the company, her fourth grade teacher was going to overlook the incident. Until Vive declared it was happy hour, pulled out a blender, taught the class how to make frozen daiquiris, and served them.

  Naturally, a few students who drank the cocktails became ill, vomiting everywhere, and had to be sent to the infirmary. Their parents will be in touch with you shortly. As for your daughter, we’ve had to place her on warning. This is not acceptable.

  Yours,

  Principal Maud Lundgren

  June 3, 1996

  Mr. and Mrs. Farnworth

  Vive is bright, outspoken, and one of the smartest girls we have at our school. We truly admire her academic talents and all the financial contributions you’ve made to our institution over the years. However, due to last month’s incident where she gave herself and two of her classmates tattoos, combined with this week’s infraction when she wore a see-through blouse with fishnet stockings and no underpants to class, defending that she was dressing the part of Victoria, Crown Princess of Sweden, Duchess of Västergötland, for her drama class to ‘get into character’, we simply cannot have her back in the fall as she poses a threat to our entire student body.

  Over the years, Vive has proven herself to be a free-thinker. There is an academy in the United States which deals with children similar to Vive. I’ve attached a letter of recommendation for her to board at Avon Porter in Connecticut. There, Vive will get the attention and discipline she so needs and deserves.

  Goodbye,

  Principal Maud Lundgren

  A bidet, two boyfriends, and Mama’s f-bomb call from Hell!

  March 2003

  The Sherry Netherland

  Upper East Side Historic District

  I’ll never be double-penetrated again!

  Ughhh. I glanced down at my furbaby, Hedda Hopper, who sat curled up on the floor wagging her tail, shaming me with her orange-speckled eyes as if I were some kind of slut.

  “Hedda, I know how this looks, and I know what you’re thinking. You can just stop right there.” I snapped my fingers in her direction, hoping she’d leave the bathroom.

  My Lhasa Apso never left my side. Like ever.

  Yes, I, Viveca Farnworth, liquor heiress and richest teen in town, was sitting on my bidet located at the penthouse of the Sherry Netherland, hung-over as fudge from drinking way too many cosmos before getting fucked five ways from Friday. Not to mention…it was only Thursday.

  I’m so sore.

  With my gold glittery acrylic nail, I pushed the bright red button on the left side of the bidet, smiling to myself as the warm water jetted between my legs.

  Yesss, right there. That’s it, Mister Bidet. Tap that kitty. Get in there. Get it good. Ahhhh.

  White stars illuminated behind my eyelids.

  I don’t care what home appliances one thinks they can’t live without. Forget the dishwasher, garbage disposal, indoor tanning lamps, spa rain shower, waterbed, air conditioner, hot tub, and television.

  Get yourself a b-i-d-e-t! Hello. My vajayjay has never been happier.

  Back at Avon Porter, my tenth grade health teacher had once told the class, “A clean vagina is a happy vagina.”

  And oh, how I loved for my vajayjay to be happy!

  Leaning forward to glance out the bathroom doorway toward my bed, I noticed my two boyfriends on opposing sides of the mattress, still asleep. I felt the edges of my lips curl into a smile as a warm glow washed over me.

  So sexy! So mine!!

  Yup. This semester, I’d gotten myself not one lover, but two. It’d been r
eported in all the local gossip rags. Everyone knew I was involved in a threesome, including my frickin’ parents. For reals.

  Malin Uma Farnworth, more commonly known as my mama, had shouted over the phone at me (from the family jet while on the tarmac in Oslo) when the article published. “Viveca! My little darling. Angel of my life. You may think it’s funny to push your mama’s buttons and make my head fly off as if I were a bobble doll, but is what The Manhattanites Times is reporting true?”

  Mama had a love-hate relationship with me. She loved my free spirit and that I did as I pleased. She hated the fact that she couldn’t do the same. Someone had to be the parent, and it sure as shit wasn’t going to be me.

  Of course I’d seen the article. There I danced, decked in a sherbet-hued Herve Leger mini dress, which fit me like a glove (but appeared more as a Band-Aid over my girly bits) at a nightclub with my two hunks. Only showing their torsos, ripped forearms, and biceps around my taut frame, their names and faces had been left out of the article.

  Lucky them!

  In the photo, I held on to one boyfriend from the front, while the other had come up from behind. Together, the three of us were grinding in all our ménage à trois glory. It was fab-me-lous. The headline had read, “Farnworth Firewater Heiress Sees Double.”

  So I’d told Mama, “Yes, it’s true. But it’s not what you think, so calm down. There’s no cow on the ice. We’re not poly or anything like that. In fact, the boys refuse to even kiss.”

  I have to be honest. I probably would’ve loved it if my boyfriends did fool around with each other. I mean, I’d make popcorn and totally watch. Wouldn’t you?

  “You mean to tell me that you’re dating two men at the same time, they both know about each other, and you all hang out together,” Mama had clarified.

  “Ah-huh.” I’d expected her to tell me to throw myself against a wall. That’s a Swedish expression like ‘to take a hike’—fyi.

  “Well, my little angel, party on!” Congratulating me on this feat, Mama had also said a few choice words in her native language, “Alla goda ting är tre.”