Amalie Howard

A teen girl seeking retribution against her backstabbing former best friend finds her plans slightly derailed once she catches the eye of a familiar, handsome marquess. Bestselling author Amalie Howard delivers a delightful, anti-historical Regency-era romp that’s Bridgerton meets The Count of Monte Cristo! Lady Ela Dalvi knows the exact moment her life was forever changed—when her best friend, Poppy, betrayed her without qualm over a boy, the son of a duke. She was sent away in disgrace, her reputation ruined. Nearly three years later, eighteen-year-old Ela is consumed with bitterness and a desire for . . . revenge. Her enemy is quickly joining the crème de la crème of high society while she withers away in the English countryside. With an audacious plan to get even, Ela disguises herself as a mysterious heiress and infiltrates London’s elite. But when Ela reunites with the only boy she’s ever loved, she begins to question whether vengeance is still her greatest desire. In this complicated game of real-life chess, Ela must choose her next move: Finally bring down the queen or capture the king’s heart?

Queen Bee

Remmi Ahmed

His eyes had lit with intrigue, and I remember thinking that l'd loved seeing that boyish spark of excitement inside him. None of us aristocratic offspring ever got to be chil- dren. Once we hit a certain age, we were expected to per- form and conform, to become miniature versions of our parents. To sit just so..to talk just so. To never yell and run and fight. To be perfect little lords and ladies.

"What is the meaning of this?" a displeased voice said into the silence. The question wasn't shouted, but we heard it all the same, and when I felt Keston go rigid at my side, I knew. Zia let out a squeak of distress and tried to squeeze behind her brother, but it was too late to hide. The Duke of Harbridge stood there, a scowl on his face. I wanted to hold on to Keston, to let him know that I was there for him, no matter what, but he pulled away before I could. AIl of his earlier joy bled from his expression, replaced by cold indifference. He could have been cut from granite, and I shivered at the severe resemblance to his father.

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