When I entered the lottery to have my application fee waived for a shot at attending Wiltshire University I never thought I would get in. I mean, Wiltshire University is The University; you know, the one that people would literally cut off their left arm to get into. No really, it was a thing. There was this whole expose a decade ago about a kid who cut off their left arm thinking it would make them a shoo-in with the admissions board. It didn’t. He ended up at Duke. It's a real cautionary tale. Anyways, when the acceptance packet arrived, I thought it was a fluke, or I was on a reboot of Punkd; I was totally not signing that release. Well, either Ashton 2.0 is playing the long game, or my acceptance was real. Either way, I left my two best friends behind to become a Gryphaera; everything was falling into place for me to have an amazing life. Was. I’ve been at Wiltshire for a few weeks now and my only friends here are the ladies who swipe my ID card in the dining hall. I mean, you know us girls with our besties, we are always all “Next.” “Hi! Sorry, I had my ID just a second ago. Boiling out there today, huh? Ok, well, thanks. Have a nice day!”. I dare you to claim I'm not killing it in the friend department. Fine, it's pathetic; I know. Not as pathetic as lying to everyone back home about how great things are here at Wiltshire. Oh, and I somehow got myself evicted from my dorm, like, while I was at class; or I walked right into a quarantined building. I'm a little fuzzy on the details. Is that a side effect of the plague? I should google that... Plus, bonus, someone is leaving me taunting voicemails and cryptic notes. See! Killing it in the friend department! That's how I found myself scouring the isolated underground tunnel of Wiltshire’s historic bell tower, because a note told me to. Have I mentioned I'm totes brilliant? That’s where I meet him; in the tunnel, not in the blinding light of my brilliance. That’s where my life really changes. Outcast is the first book in the new Wiltshire University series; a New Adult, contemporary, slow burn, reverse harem.

Cali may be out of the fire, but that doesn't mean the heat is off. Finn and Knoxx have been summoned to answer for their actions. The paparazzi and media are circling Kingston like vultures. People have questions, and they want answers. Tanner took pity on Cali, bringing Braxton, Bree, Knoxx, Finn, and Hoyt along for the ride; a decision they may regret. Fallout from the fire isn't Cali's only problem. Already victim to a prank war in her own dorm, Cali finds herself in the middle of the first year crew's saga. Can Cali remain Switzerland as the pranks continue to escalate, or will she be caught in the cross-hairs once again? Gruesome scalpel work. New societies. Minor kidnappings. Death by glare. Just a typical day at Wiltshire. Feeling guilty, homeless, and possessing only the clothes on her back, Cali tries to juggle the demanding Wiltshire academics, investigators who don't think Cali is as innocent as she seems, a game with increasing stakes that Cali doesn't know the rules to, and trying to hold on to the friends she's made. Cali wanted to be seen, but this is not what she had in mind.

New York Times bestselling author Simon Green introduces a new kind of hero, one who fights the good fight against some very old foes in the first novel in the Secret Histories series. The name’s Bond. Shaman Bond. Actually, that's just his cover. His real name is Eddie Drood, but when your job includes a license to kick supernatural arse on a regular basis, you find your laughs where you can. For centuries, his family has been the secret guardian of Humanity, all that stands between all of you and all of the really nasty things that go bump in the night. As a Drood field agent he wore the golden torc, he killed monsters, and he protected the world. He loved his job. Right up to the point where his own family declared him rogue for no reason. Now, the only people who can help Eddie prove his innocence are the people he used to consider his enemies...