Bitter Demons

Product Description Book three of the Peachville High Demons series. So far, life in Peachville has been tough for Harper Madison. She's survived attacks on her life, learned how to control her magic, and met the most gorgeous boy - who also happens to be a demon. After her latest stunt at Brighton Hospital, the Order of Shadows is determined to tighten their control on her life. So when a future Prima from a nearby demon gate comes to town, she and Harper decide to use magic to switch places at a party. All Harper wants is to have a little fun. But the night will end in blood. And Harper will find out the attack was meant for her... Excerpt: The room was dead silent. No one moved. I stood and walked over to the coffee table where an array of snacks was laid out. I grabbed a grape and popped it into my mouth. As I chewed, no one dared even breathe. I hoped they couldn't see how badly my hands were shaking. "You guys are all so anxious for me to trust you," I said, meeting each person's eyes as I looked around the room. I certainly had their undivided attention. "But how can I do that when you obviously don't trust me?" "You haven't earned that trust," the elderly woman said. "You haven't either," I said. Someone behind me sucked in a quick breath. "Ever since I got to this town, you've all been lying to me. Why should I obey your orders and follow your rules when you refuse to tell me why you really want me to stay safe? You act like you care about me as a person, but all you really care about is yourself." "Wait a second," Mrs. Ashworth said, standing again. "You're completely out of line here. I won't allow you-" "I know who I am," I said, cutting her off. "I know I'm the Prima. I've known for a while now." I looked over at Mayor Chen. "And don't worry. It wasn't Lark or any of the other girls on the squad who told me." "Jackson," someone whispered. "Traitor." The room broke out in murmurs. "It wasn't Jackson either," I said. "Then who?" Sheriff Hollingsworth asked. "Morgyn Baker." "Impossible," the elderly woman hissed. "Before she died," I said. "She told me about how the Order's been using Shadowford as a way to look for me. You find girls with magical abilities who are in the system because their mothers are dead or they're too much to handle. Then, you bring them here, drug them, and test them to see if they are your beloved, long-lost Prima." The room erupted in protests and questions. "I thought you had this under control," one woman in a pink dress said to Mrs. Ashworth. "We should have told her right from the start." "What are we going to do now?" "This girl is out of control." My ears couldn't latch on to every outburst, but one in comment particular caught my attention. "She's just like her mother."