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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.

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.

Die reichen Jungs brechen. Schwierig, aber machbar. Idioten wie sie haben es nicht verdient, die Burberry-Akademie zu beherrschen. Ich werde mich an Tristan, Zayd und Creed rächen und habe vor, an ihnen ein Exempel zu statuieren. Dann gibt es da noch Zack, diesen footballspielenden Idiot der Schulauswahl. Ach ja, habe ich erwähnt, dass gerade ein Prinz an die Akademie gekommen ist? Was soll ich mit den beiden machen?

Die Neue teilen. Das wird nicht einfach, oder? Besonders dann nicht, wenn wir versuchen, dabei unsere Vorrangstellung in der gesellschaftlichen Szene der Burberry-Akademie zu bewahren. Marnye lernt, uns zu vergeben. Das Mindeste, was wir tun können, ist, sie zu beschützen. Lasst uns sehen, wer dafür sorgt, dass sie sich in ihn als Erstes verliebt.

Senior year is my year. This year, I'm going to bring down my enemies. This year, I'm going to run my tongue along the blade of vengeance and taste blood. The Havoc Boys are mine, and we were here first. You don't mess with a Havoc Girl without paying the price. You don't start a rebellion without a little bloodshed. My boys and I don't mind using two wrongs to make a right - I just hope our brewing obsession with one another doesn't kill us all first.

There’s one mistake you don’t make at Prescott High, not unless you want me to ruin you. Do not touch my beautifully broken Havoc Boys. Harbin, Fadler, Channing-Blackbird, Montauk, and Park. Death stalks the halls of Prescott High. Once upon a time, my best friend betrayed me. For over a year, I let that two-faced bitch go. But not anymore. This time, she’s stirred up the devil in me.

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.

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.

I am werewolf. And I have seven alpha males as my mates. All mine to kiss and hold and touch, seven handsome men for my bed. Three glittering dark courts threaten our existence with their glamorous cruelty: the vampires, the witches, and the fae. Werewolves are missing from all the packs, and my boys and I, we have to find them. Or find out who's killing them. Because I'm the mistress of my men, my packs, a girl known simply as White Wolf. I've promised to protect the men I love, the family and friends I cherish. And the White Wolf...always keeps her promises.

My name is Arizona Smoke, and I have six husbands. Four sexy plumbers, one electric electrician...and my last husband? Total prick. Our unconventional marriage is almost complete. All I need to do is reconcile with my first love and rescue a man I’ve never met. As if marrying a bunch of supernatural plumbers isn't hard enough, I also have to deal with the fact my biological father and his six wives are still hunting us, stalking us through sex parties hosted by demons and setting traps for us in the middle of supernatural raves. And you thought your family was dysfunctional!

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.

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.

Hot bullies, busted cars, and the party of the year. On an endless loop. I don’t know how, but I’m living today over and over again. Every year, the town of Devil Springs holds a celebration known as Devils’ Day. There’s no magic, but there might as well be: We wear masks, we play tricks, we party hard. Every year, the students of Crescent Reform School party the hardest. They’re the lewdest, the most wanton, ribald, and lascivious.

Um. Um. Um. Are you reading this? If you are, I need your help. I was at a party; I was running; I fell. And get this - this is the part you'll never believe - I fell down a rabbit hole. Like Alice in those old books. Except in those books, there wasn't blood everywhere. In those books, the characters weren't all male, attractive, and interested in me.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

Share the new girl. That won’t be easy, will it? Especially not while trying to keep our thrones in the Burberry Prep social scene. Marnye is learning to forgive us; the least we can do is protect her. Let’s see who can make her fall in love first. This time, there’s no bet. This time, it’s just our hearts on the line.