Kurzbeschreibung:Ein falscher Schritt, ein stechender Schmerz und die New Yorker Ballerina Sylvie muss mit gerade siebzehn Jahren ihren Traum vom Tanzen aufgeben. Als ihre Mom bald darauf heiratet, steht Sylvie vor dem Zusammenbruch. Zur Erholung wird sie ausgerechnet zur Familie ihres verstorben...
Maggie Quinn, girl reporter. Honors student, newspaper staffer, yearbook photographer. Six weeks from graduation and all she wants to do is get out of Avalon High in one piece. A sensible nerd would have kept her head down, done her drive-by photo shoot of the prom, and continued the countdown...
MAGGIE QUINN IS determined to make her mark as a journalist. The only problem? The Ranger Report does not take freshmen on staff. Rules are rules. But when has that ever stopped Maggie? After facing hellfire, infiltrating sorority rush should be easy. It’s no Woodward and Bernstein, but going u...
Amy Goodnight knows that the world isn't as simple as it seems—she grew up surrounded by household spells and benevolent ghosts. But she also understands that "normal" doesn't mix with magic, and she's worked hard to build a wall between the two worlds. Not only to protect any hope of ever having...
EVIL 20 Justin slammed the door of the rental car and stared up at the Big House, taking in the arches of the balcony, the red tile roof, and the lookout tower with its dragonfly weather vane. “So, this is the Velasquez manor?” “Yeah.” My skin was sticky and hot, and I'd done nothing but climb ou...
The Greeks were aghast, the rushees were titillated, and the Rho Gammas were on the warpath. This was so much better than buried with the obituaries (no pun intended) in the “real” paper. “Who do you think it is?” My ears perked up while I stood at the Starbucks kiosk in the student union, watchi...
Just one man sitting guard outside the double doors. He’d stood when we came into the office foyer, and he and Carson exchanged nods. “The boss is expecting us,” said Carson, and the guard straightened his jacket before tapping on the door. I knew from my FBI associates that jackets never fell qu...