GIRLS WHO BURN
When her number one suspect becomes the next victim, all bets are off.
Eighteen-year-old Addie Blackwood’s sister is found dead at the bottom of the ravine in the woods—on the same night Addie is hooking up with Seth Montgomery, the boy next door she’s always loved to hate. Her sister’s death is officially ruled an accident, but Addie doesn’t buy it.
She accuses Thatcher Montgomery, Seth’s cousin, of pushing her. He always had a thing for her sister, and Addie caught them arguing shortly before her death. Addie’s sure it was him—until she and Seth find him dead at the bottom of the same ravine.
When Addie gets an email telling her to confess to both murders or her little brother will be next, she must find out who’s behind this. Dodging corrupt police and the even more corrupt Montgomery family, she turns to the only person she can trust to help her solve this—the boy she was with during both murders. But Seth is still a Montgomery, and may be hiding secrets of his own.
The Boys of Avenue B
It started off simply enough: not getting on the 5:47 train to Maplewood.
It ended, in so far as these things end, with the body of one of the DeLaurent boys splayed in the middle of Avenue B, at 4:32 in the morning, three weeks before Labor Day.
Wilhelmina, Mina for short, has never done anything wrong. She’s followed all the rules, gotten good grades, graduated second in her class. She’s interning in New York City this summer before heading off to college—or so her parents think.
They don’t know that three weeks into the summer, she dropped out of her internship to work at the dive bar underneath her cousin’s sixth-floor walk-up in the East Village.
They don’t know about the DeLaurent boys.
They don’t know that every time Mina isn’t where she says she is, she’s with them.
But when one of those boys winds up dead, Mina realizes that what started out as just a way to spend one summer doing what she wants, instead of what she’s supposed to do, has turned into something more.
That the fun she was having wasn’t harmless, after all.
That someone she knows—maybe someone she loves—is a killer.
WE WERE ONLY FRESHMEN
Evie Porter didn’t come to Whitechapel University to make friends. She came to study hard, emerge the top in her class, like she was in high school. Someone once told her couldn’t out-achieve trauma, but that doesn’t mean she can’t try.
But then she meets the others. And she learns she’s not the only person with monsters in their past. Each of Evie’s new friends has suffered at the hands of someone who was never punished.
But maybe together, they can right those wrongs.
It’s not murder, if it’s what they deserve. It’s justice.
All they need to do is stick to the plan. And stick together.
All for one and one for all.
18-year-old Veda doesn’t expect the summer before college to be special. She’ll spend it working every shift she can get at Tidewater Beach Club to help her struggling family all while trying not to give in to her spiraling anxiety that only got worse when her father died in a car accident two summers ago.
But this summer has other plans. While sparring with obnoxious lifeguard Finn, Veda overhears the beach club owners arguing about selling their beloved club to real estate developers. She’s confident they won’t actually do it—until one of them turns up dead.
Now the club is set to be sold, but Veda won’t let another things be taken from her. She sets out to find who did this, accepting Finn’s help as they throw themselves into the world of their town’s wealthy summer residents. Veda and Finn infiltrate parties and fundraisers in the hopes of tracking down who’s behind the sale—and the murder. But the more time Veda spends in the world of the rich and powerful, the more seduced she is by its promises. She has to decide what’s more important—finding and punishing those responsible for this crime, or becoming one of them.
They need no introductions.
You know the St. Edward’s Eight, or at least, you think you do.
You know the story. The boat from the resort, blown off course, caught in a storm. Sixteen teenagers made it to an uninhabited island, where they survived on papayas, fish, and rainwater.
When the rescue boat arrived four months later, only eight were left. Those eight were hailed as heroes. Just for staying alive.
You think you know the story. But you don’t.
You don’t know about the lies they told.
You don’t know the things they did to survive.
But someone does.
And someone wants them punished.
Someone wants them dead.
They survived the island.
But they might not survive this.