Stanwyck was supposed to be Sissy Morton's ticket out. With stellar SAT scores and a full scholarship, Sissy arrived at the elite institution.A girl from Alabama whose biggest dream wasn't finding Prince Charming but ensuring her little brother got medical care - which meant navigating the icy social circles of Stanwyck University, nestled somewhere impossibly gorgeous in British Columbia. Enter Hurstin Rawthorne, heir apparent to some long-forgotten Canadian dukedom (or at least he acted like it). Leading the "Golden Plume Circle" - think Mean Girls meets Lord of the Flies, minus the buffing up on deserted islands - Hurstin saw Sissy as ripe fruit, ready to be plucked and discarded. A poor Midwesterner scholarship kid? Perfect target practice for his brand of aristocratic cruelty. His plan? Break her, body and soul, until she begged to leave. What Hurstin didn't anticipate was how much fire lay smoldering beneath Sissy's exterior. It would take more than designer handbags and thinly veiled insults to extinguish her light. And maybe, just maybe, watching someone fight back against all odds ignited something primal, something dangerously thrilling, within his heart.