Cover Reveal: Crew Princess by Tijan

Crew Princess, Book two in the Crew Series from New York Times bestselling author Tijan is coming and we have the gorgeous cover!

Being crew is walking between two worlds. One world is normal: Prom. Parties. College. Those are the concerns they worry about. In our world, we deal with other situations. Cops. Drugs. Brawling. That’s a typical day for us. But what if it wasn’t? What if there came a day when you stopped? When you considered letting your enemies win? When you didn’t fight back? When you chose a different path? First I lost my family. Then I got the Wolf Crew. I couldn't lose them too. But what happens when Cross, Zellman, and Jordan keep going… ...and I don’t?

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Two hours and three beers later, I was sober.

Taz couldn’t say the same. She was beyond buzzed, which both Cross and Race were just shaking their heads over. Me, I’d like to think I was more open-minded and accepting. Yeah. I surprised myself. Taz wasn’t slurring her words, but she’d told me for the eighth time how she loved me and viewed me as a sister.

After the ninth time, Cross finished his beer. “Yeah.” He turned to Race, who was on a log parallel to us. “Thinking it’s time my sister goes home?”

Race barely acknowledged Cross, just the slightest of nods. “Have you tried taking her home when she gets like this?” He raised his eyebrows now. “Not so easy. Your sister gets feisty.”

“Fuck yeah, I do!” She burped, raising her beer in the air and then surged to her feet. Jumping up on the log, she hollered right as she started to fall down, “Hey everyone!” I grabbed her legs, steadying her.

I don’t think Taz even noticed. She raised her beer even higher, her shirt lifting from the movement. “Who’s here from Roussou?!”

A cheer rose up.

“Hell yeah, we are!”

“Yes!”

“Us!”

“Boo.”

She waited until they quieted, burped again, and yelled out, “Raise your beers, Fuckers!

‘Cause we’re Roussou and we’re proud! Helllll yeah!”

Another roar went over the group nearest us, traveling to the other trucks, along with a few grumbles.

Cross groaned, “Like I said.” He hit Race’s leg. “Take her home, Fucker.”

Race glared back. “You take her home. She’s your sister.”

“She’s your girlfriend.”

“Boys. Seriously.” Tabatha sauntered over, sitting on the empty log across from our bonfire.

I looked, but she was alone. “Where’s Jordan?”

“Checking on Zellman.”

I pointed to the next truck. Zellman was in the back of the truck, a girl on his lap. “He’s right there. And the point of a buddy system isn’t to leave while your partner is checking on someone else.” I was saying that as I was rising to my feet, already scanning the party area.

I hadn’t been taking stock while we were sitting, mostly because it was nice to sit and talk with Taz and Race. But now, seeing nine trucks spread out over the area, bonfires spread throughout and all the people walking around, some going into the woods, but most staying in the lot, I was a little taken aback at how many people were there. The lot was huge, but there were more people there than I realized.