And Nathaniel Radcliffe, the bane of my existence, was one of them.

As the right hand of the American Gods, he was conceited and arrogant. A dangerously handsome man in a tailored custom suit and shiny black oxford loafers.

The classroom was our battlefield. We made a sport out of arguing and debating, ready to do anything in order to win over the other.

Deadly opponents, deadlier minds.

I'd sworn I'd never give him the upper hand, until...

The secret I’ve been hiding for the last three years?

He just discovered it… and now he has all the power."

The book cover makes me gasp; I'm at loss for words. The cover is HOT. Well, let's see if the cover is as good as the content between Nathaniel and Juliette's sizzling romance...

"As soon as the pamphlet had made its rounds, the girls at Yale had gone wild-"

And believe me, I've gone wild as well. GIVE ME A PIECE OF THAT!

I know there was little space and time for the author to squeeze in all the important aspects for this story but I'm glad that the story did manage to cover that these two have known each other since the beginning of their freshmen year in Yale University as pre-law students. This would have been so perfect if there were more glimpse of a few actual debates between the leading protagonist, exchanging each of their own stands with a bit of sexy comebacks and smirks.

Nevertheless, this was still a beautiful short prelude for the American Gods Series.

NOT TO MENTION- THEIR SEX SCENES WERE ON FIRE! OHMYGOSH. Even if I have a dozen of fire extinguishers, I still won't be able to quench the blazing sexual tension between these two!

And now that I've finished this delicious short story...

The prelude has given an introductory for Gabe, James and Arsen. Dammit, stop with the cliffhangers for the American Gods because I need to know their stories too!