Now available in paperback! "I LOVE IT!" - CarniaHolmes "I'm going to break your nose, because I don't like your face," Carter said. She pointed to Zac. "I'm going to dislocate your other shoulder, just to make them even." She cocked her head and gave the main guy a sickly sweet smile. "I'm going to break your wrist, taking away your baseball career. And finally you, Finch," she said, looking to the last guy. "I'm going to bust your ankle because I don't like the way you walk." She slid her hands into her pockets. "Now, how does that sound to all of you? And please feel free to look amused, skeptical or patronizing at this point. I'll have all the more fun wiping the expressions off your faces." Carter Owens, daughter of a Secret Service agent, is trained to disassemble any weapon, any situation, and anyone. Her biting sarcasm and razor-sharp mind make her impossible to beat in a word fight and when talking doesn't work, she uses her fists. She attends Hamilton Prep, Washington D.C.'s most prestigious high school, where everyone is related to someone in power, except her. When Hamilton Prep receives a flood of new students, Carter's role as social outcast changes when she makes two unexpected friends. Friends who are hiding a secret. As Carter uncovers the truth, she confronts challenges she is unequipped to handle and finds herself in a dangerous situation. For a girl trained to see everything, Carter never saw this coming. "This is one of those books that seem like it won't be really good, but then it's mindblowing-ly amazing and then you're questioning life =)" - rwrites07 "#rr for like the 10th time haha love this book" - tahls16 "I loved this book, it wasn't cringey cliche or stupid. I normally hate third person books but I loved this and all the characters, especially carter." - lenathedov Editor's Choice Talk of The Town #1 Teen Fiction, #1 Fiction #1 Love #1 Completed #1 New Adult #1 Friendship #1 Funny #1 Drama

Let's get the facts straight. I am no heroine and I will never bring pride to my family. I am what you could call a failure. My grades? Average. My social life? Average. Talents? Hmm... well, I think I have none. I'm not exceptional in any way and I know I'm a disappointment for my father. And in this day and age there's no way I could just take my father's place to save him from a horrible fate.  There is a huge weight on my shoulders but I can't carry it no matter how hard I try. I have no idea what I can do, I only know what I can't do. Yet I still would try anything to make my father proud, even just once. Oh right, I forgot to tell you whom I was name after. Yes, I was named after Mulan, that bright heroine who saved China and brought pride to her family. Talk about big expectations. But Mulan doesn't suit me, so it's just Ann. -:-:- BOOK #4 in the Aware Princess Series flower: Peony, it symbolises "Prosperity, honor (in China)."

E lui poteva appendermi a testa in giù tutte le volte che ne aveva voglia, ma questo non sarebbe mai cambiato. Perché Lily sorrideva a me e non a lui. ~ Severus Piton [...] "Attenta, Evans. Volevi cavarmi un occhio?" "Non negherò che mi arrecherebbe un grande piacere mutilarti, Potter," ammetto immediatamente, abbassando la bacchetta: tanto non esistono incantesimi in grado di bloccare la sua idiozia. "Anche se io inizierei dalla lingua, così magari staresti zitto." Tagliare la lingua ad una persona non è un'azione pulita, ne sono sicura: dev'essere coinvolto un sacco di sangue e ci sarebbe di mezzo anche della saliva e sarebbe appropriato indossare dei guanti protettivi, anche se la plastica renderebbe il tutto ancora più scivoloso e disagevole. Il fatto è che essere la persona a cui la lingua viene tagliata dev'essere ancora peggio e nessuno sano di mente la riterrebbe un'esperienza piacevole, ma ora io ho detto lingua e Potter sta sorridendo sornione, quasi sopraffatto dal bisogno di replicare. Non riesce a credere che io abbia detto lingua davanti a lui e nemmeno io ci riesco, perché è stato davvero un errore da principianti e mentre Potter si sporge verso di me, scoprendosi ulteriormente, incrocio rassegnata le braccia al petto con un sospiro. "Tutto quello che ho sentito, Evans," Potter scandisce bene le parole, enfatizzando ogni movimento delle labbra come a prolungare questo momento il più possibile. "È che la mia lingua ti arrecherebbe un grande piacere." "Sì, lo so, Potter. C'era una mutilazione di mezzo che il tuo cervello ha censurato, ma è ok, non è colpa tua se sei nato così: non ti arrivava abbastanza ossigeno quando eri nel pancione o qualcosa del genere."