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Break the rich boys. It’s tricky, but doable. Jerks like them don’t deserve to rule Burberry Prep. No, Tristan, Zayd, and Creed are going to pay, and I plan to make an example of them. Then, there’s Zack, the varsity football d*ck. Oh, and did I mention a prince just transferred to the academy? Whatever will I do with those two? Revenge is wicked sweet; I can’t wait for a taste.

There's one heart you can’t break at Prescott High, not unless you’re one of them. The Havoc Boys. They’re my family, my redemption, and my future. Victory at Prescott High has always meant escape. Once upon a time, that meant graduation and a one-way ticket out of town. But everything is different now. This year, my life changed in irrevocable ways. The Havoc Boys have a Havoc Girl; they have a queen who wears her crown with pride. I’ll need every ounce of strength I possess to dig us out of an early grave.

Dearest Listener…. My story is cancelled. Sharing my words thus far has only put us both in danger. It’s better to just call the whole thing off, before somebody gets hurt. Or maybe, just maybe, you are the one who keeps spilling my secrets. That it? You sold me out? I knew it; I knew I couldn’t trust you.

I’m the salvation for the dirty throne of the city’s underworld, the only person who can secure a future for the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. There are few people in this world whom I can trust—a mafia brat, a soon-to-be nun, and four lascivious demons—but that’ll have to be enough, or we’ll all burn together in glorious flame. Only, there’s no telling what my father will do now that he knows the truth.

Finding out you’re the daughter of a famous serial killer isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. My father—the Seattle Slayer—is charismatic, intelligent, and charming. He’s also trying to teach me to kill people, so…his good qualities don’t seem to matter much. He’s kidnapped my boyfriend, a guy that I used to hate but grew to love. Parrish, I’m coming for you. I’ll do anything—anything—to keep you safe. Starting a new life as the most hated girl in Whitehall Prep was not in my gameplan.

Break the new girl. That should be easy, right? Trash like her doesn’t belong at Burberry Prep. No, Marnye Reed is going down, and we plan to make a spectacle out of it. Let’s see who can make her fall in love first. Bet’s on. Any takers? Take on the filthy rich boys. They’re the idols of the school, veritable gods on earth. Old money. New money. A rising star. These guys are nothing like the ones at my old school. I might come from nothing, but I’m determined to be someone, and I won’t let them get in my way.

The taboo turns me on. The dirty. The filthy. The nasty. The man your mother f--king warned you about - is me. Hold onto your panties, ladies. Lucas Carter is here to show you the dark side of the sheets.

Choose between the rich boys. I’d rather face the harpies than make that choice. How can my four years at Burberry Prep really be coming to an end? No, Tristan, Zayd, Creed, Zack, and Windsor are everything to me right now. My strength, my passion, my heart, my empathy, my joy. Love is a cruel master, but I have no one to blame for this but myself.

Brynn of Haversey is a spirit whisperer - a person blessed with the ability to see and speak to the dead. In the country of Amerin, she's one of a select few with magical gifts known as whisperers. Every year, the Royal College accepts a small number of new students, all magically inclined, all whisperers. Competition is brutal and the classes, nearly impossible to pass for a half-breed angel with two left feet and a massive pair of black feathered wings.

I fell through the Looking-Glass; I got back home. But get this: I didn't come alone. Oh, and it doesn't feel like home anymore. Unlike Alice in the original story, this is not my Wonderland.

My name is Arizona Smoke, and I'm the proud owner of a house haunted by my dead Gram, best friend to a cocktail dress loving werewolf, and apparent soul mate to four plumbers who also happen to be elemental dragons. Besides rippling pectorals, tattoos, and … uh, nice, long pipes, the guys also have control of the elements. Supernatural law (whoever heard of such a thing anyway?) dictates that since I stumbled upon the guys in their alternate forms, I have to marry them. All four of them. Oh, and apparently one lousy (okay, awesome) night of sex means that I'm an elemental, too—and no amount of magical penicillin can cure this disease.

The Havoc Boys rule the hellhole we call Prescott High. Once upon a time, they ruled me. For an entire year, I endured their shit. But senior year is going to be different. This year, I own them. I’ve made a pact with the Havoc Boys to get the vengeance I deserve. Their price? Me. At their beck and call, in their beds, a part of their gang.

My name is Arizona Smoke, and I’m the fated soul mate to six elemental dragons. Or, at least I thought I was. We even got married - big white dress, custom suits for my beaus, crazy mother-in-law - but now there’s this girl who claims that she is their rightful soul mate. At first, I hated the hunky assholes who’d dropped into my life unannounced, flipped my world upside down, and dragged me into supernatural society kicking and screaming. But now? I’m starting to fall for them, all six of them.

I met fallen angel princes; I met a Savage Duke; I met a Cheshire Cat. And remember - how could you possibly forget - I'm the fabled Alice from the prophecy. Just a twisted, dark version of the girl in Lewis Carroll's old books. Except in those books, there was a happy ending. In those books, Alice wasn't dating nine very different, very beautiful men. But now that I've met the King of Hearts and the Mad Hatter, I'm not sure who the real bad guys are.

Finding out you’re the daughter of a millionaire true crime novelist isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. When I was two, I was kidnapped. Kidnapped by a loving family, sure, but still kidnapped. Now, my biological mom wants me to live with her on the opposite side of the country. Her…and my new stepdad and his jerk of a son: Parrish.

The blood of werewolves runs with the fierce, wild magic of the earth. For millennia, that's what's kept us safe, let us shed our human skins, and run as beasts. Now, it's the siren song that calls our enemies. I'm the girl known as White Wolf, the alpha female for a new pack - a super pack - a combination of my wolves and the wolves governed by the seven alpha males I've chosen as my mates. Together, we represent and protect every werewolf in North America. Together, we represent the most highly desired prey on the continent.

Allies and enemies wear the same skins: witches, demons, faeries, vampires...werewolves. It's impossible to tell what's hiding beneath the carefully crafted facades, the sinful slashes of smiling lips. Magic died in our people long ago; today, it blinks sleepy eyes and wakes up. Ancient gods raise their heads, spirits once thought to be whispers of myth, urge us to fight. They give us the power to defend ourselves from those who would take our magic as their own.

I am Zara Wolf, the heir to the throne of all the packs. I’m also in possession of a stolen faerie treasure used to tap my people’s magic for decades. The witches want it back; the fae want it returned. But I had no idea I was getting involved in a war between the faerie courts. There are seven men who hold my heart, who make up my own personal pack. But there’s only one human: my best friend, Faith Cassidy. She’s the one link I have to my humanity, the thing that keeps the wolf in me at bay. If the Seelie Prince wants her, he’ll have to kill me first.

Mich für einen der reichen Jungen entscheiden. Lieber stelle ich mich den Hyänen, als diese Wahl zu treffen. Wie können meine vier Jahre an der Burberry-Akademie wirklich schon zu Ende gehen? Nein, Tristan, Zayd, Creed, Zack und Windsor bedeuten mir im Moment alles. Meine Kraft, meine Leidenschaft, mein Herz, mein Einfühlungsvermögen, meine Freude. Die Liebe ist ein grausamer Meister, aber ich kann niemandem die Schuld dafür geben, nur mir selbst.

Das neue Mädchen brechen. Das sollte einfach sein, nicht wahr? Abschaum wie sie hat an der Burberry-Akademie nichts zu suchen. Nein, Marnye Reed wird abstürzen, und wir haben vor, ein Schauspiel daraus zu machen. Lasst uns herausfinden, wem es als Erstem gelingt, dass sie sich in ihn verliebt. Die Wette gilt. Wer spielt mit? Ich muss mich mit verdorbenen reichen Jungs auseinandersetzen.