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I came here expecting to face my bullies with an iron fist. I played their games and won. Now that I’ve earned my place, at the academy and in their home, I should feel safe. But with every past there is a shadow and mine is drawing closer with each step I take.

She was everything that I wanted. He was everything that I despised. Until she wasn’t. Until he wasn’t. Killian Cornelii was a walking calamity. He reached inside of me and touched every single inch of my ruined soul, but he didn’t just touch it. He caressed, petted, and captivated it. He tailored me to fit into the palms of his hands. The same hands that possess so much cruelty were the very same that comforted me.

The Rogues were back in my life in private, but I had to endure the public spectacle of those intolerable Roguettes reclaiming their social positions…and my boys. Even though I knew it was a ruse, anger coursed through me every time the queen bee touched my man. Not fearing any consequences, Charlotte and her cronies pushed me past my breaking point. I gave them a beating they won’t soon forget, but my satisfaction was short-lived. Jail had a way of sucking the pleasure right out of you. But not the determination.

Nobody ever said that following your heart wouldn’t take you through an obstacle course of men before you discover and could appreciate that maybe “The One" had been there all along....that the love of my life could accept everything I’d done and where it had taken me. The fact is, he had a plan all along. All he wanted was me. My only goal was to have fun. I lived for the excitement and adventure. I experienced everything and everyone. It was all my journey that lead me to where I belong. This is where my confessions begin.

Aston Creek High was supposed to be my fresh start. This was my one shot at freedom, but he had other plans for me. Slade Cruz was never a part of my plan, but he sure as hell made me part of his. I thought I was through with fighting to survive, but it seems as though the games have only just begun. Give it your best shot, Slade. I’m ready.

In the darkness they lurk, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Danger is everywhere, and not even Quinton can protect me. Someone wants me dead and they’ll do anything to achieve their goal. I’m back to being a rat scurrying through the halls of Corium and I know it won’t be long till I’m caught in a trap. The only question is, can I save myself this time?

All I wanted was a little trouble. Okay, so maybe choosing Cruz Donovan’s 18th birthday party wasn’t the way to go about it. Three years ago, I fell for him. I thought he fell for me, too. But when he broke it off, he took my heart and, as if that wasn’t enough, he took my best friends, too. They aren’t the same boys I knew before high school started. They’ve got all kinds of secrets they’re keeping from me. If I want back in, I’ve got to be ready to play their game. Maybe I never should have gone looking for trouble in the first place. Is it too late to change my mind?

Welcome to Stark Springs, Colorado, home to the most talented young athletes in the world. When Roxie Slade snaps into a pair of skis, there’s no one on Sugarville Mountain in Vermont who can keep up with her. Still, Roxie was shocked when she received a scholarship to Stark Springs Academy, a boarding school that churns out Olympians. Entering as a junior, Roxie can’t wait to learn from renowned coaches and train with the fastest ski racers from all over the globe. But Roxie discovers that Stark Springs lives under its own set of rules, and it appears one boy plays dictator.

I’m a headline in the town of Maywood Heights and known by a name I’ve never heard. They tell me I was taken, stolen, but none of this makes sense. I’m not who they say I am. I’m not a…twin, but even those close to me seem to believe the rumors swarming around me.

They say that life is a beautiful lie and death a painful truth. They're right. No one has ever made me feel more alive than the guy who serves as a constant reminder that my clock is ticking. He is my forbidden, shiny apple. The striking fallacy to my blunt, raw, truth. He is also my sister's ex-boyfriend. One thing you should know before you judge me: I saw him first. I craved him first. I loved him first. Eleven years later, he waltzed into my life, demanding a second chance. Dean Cole wants to be my bronze horseman. Hopefully, he isn't too late.