by Tracy Wolff
Emily, what do I even say? You’ve been with me through every twist and turn of the last sixty-four books and I am so incredibly grateful. Thank you for your enthusiasm, your support, your friendship, and all the late-night solidarity sessions. You are, sincerely, the best agent and friend in the whole world.
Stacy Cantor Abrams, while I was working on this book, the anniversary of my first YA novel passed, and I realized that we’ve been working together for ten years. I’m so, so lucky that you bought Tempest all those years ago. I’ve learned more from you than I can ever say and am thrilled to count you as a great friend as well as a great editor.
To everyone else at Entangled and Macmillan who has played a part in the success of the Crave series, thank you, thank you, thank you. Bree Archer and Elizabeth Turner Stokes for making me all the beautiful covers all the time, Jessica Turner for the amazing marketing and publicity, Meredith Johnson for all your help with this book in all the different capacities, Toni Kerr for your flexibility and the incredible care you took with my baby, Curtis Svehlak for making miracles happen on the production side and for putting up with me being late on everything, Katie Clapsadl for answering a million questions with such grace, Riki Cleveland for being so fabulous always, Heather Riccio for all your enthusiasm and help with a million different things, Jaime Bode for being such a devout advocate for this series, and Nancy Cantor, Greta Gunselman, and Jessica Meigs for taking such care with every page of this story.
Eden Kim, for being a fabulous beta reader and the inspiration for one of my favorite characters ever.
Sherry Thomas, for all these years of friendship and for your daily messages that, I swear, were the only thing that kept me going when things got hard. I am so, so lucky to have you for a best friend.
Megan Beatie, for all your help and enthusiasm with launching Crave. You’re the best!
Stephanie Marquez, for everything. For all the help, support, love, encouragement, enthusiasm, and excitement that I could ever ask for. Thanks for keeping the peace, for taking care of my mom and my boys on the days I couldn’t take my fingers off the keyboard, for taking care of me always, and for putting up with the no-sleep grumpy days with such grace, kindness, and love.
For my three boys, who I love with my whole heart and soul. Thank you for understanding all the evenings I had to shut myself up in my room and work instead of hanging out, for pitching in when I needed you most, for sticking with me through all the difficult years, and for being the best kids I could ever ask for.
And finally, for fans of Jaxon, Grace, and the whole crew. Thank you, thank you, thank you for your unflagging support and enthusiasm for the Crave series. I can’t tell you how much your emails and DMs and posts mean to me. Thanks for choosing to take this journey with me, and I hope you enjoyed Crush as much as I enjoyed writing it. I love and am grateful for every single one of you. xoxoxoxo
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Tracy Wolff is a lover of vampires, dragons, and all things that go bump in the night. A onetime English professor, she now devotes all her time to writing dark and romantic stories with tortured heroes and kick-butt heroines. She has written all her sixty-plus novels from her home in Austin, Texas, which she shares with her family.
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by Marlene Perez
I didn’t even want to go to the party.
Seriously, I’d rather have stayed home with my librarian-witch grandmother and her mystical book club than go. But my best friend Skyler begged me. So I went.
And it was the worst party of my life. The last party of my life.
Not only was the band downright horrible, but the lead singer bit me afterward. And then stole Skyler.
Now I’m chasing down a band of angry vamps with my other best friend Vaughn in tow—and a buttload of feelings between us we can’t even begin to address. And worse, I’m changing into something else…
Let the afterlife begin.
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The Tech sisters don’t date in high school. Not because they’re not asked. Not because they’re not interested. Not even because no one can pronounce their long, Thai last name—hence the shortened, awkward moniker. But simply because they’re not allowed.
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Two teens must fight a government that has divided society into classes living underground.
Jerri Chisholm
Four generations ago, Earth was rendered uninhabitable; the sun too hot, the land too barren. Those who survived were forced underground, where civilization divided into compounds. In Compound Eleven, only the cruel survive. Fighting is entertainment, violence is a way of life, and hierarchy between the floors is everything.
Sixteen-year-old Eve Hamilton may have been born on the second floor, but she was born to survive, and freedom means everything if it means protecting someone she cares about most.
There’s a rumor not all who go above die, but there is only one way to escape Compound Eleven—and it is not for the faint of heart. The only one standing in her way? The privileged from top floor Wren Edelman: mysterious, infuriating, persistent, and shockingly handsome. Except relationships between floors aren’t just nonexistent—they’re dangerous.
And there’s plenty more to fear in Eleven. Because suddenly, falling for the wrong boy is the least of her concerns. If she doesn’t make it to the surface soon, everyone she cares about could die.
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