Anarchy at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #4) by CM Stunich
*Update 17.10.2020: the book is still releasing next week as planned. It will be a live release.
*The new release date will be October 24, 2020.
There’s one mistake you don’t make at Prescott High, not unless you want me to ruin you.
Do not touch my beautifully broken Havoc Boys.
Harbin, Fadler, Channing-Blackbird, Montauk, and Park.
Death stalks the halls of Prescott High.
Once upon a time, my best friend betrayed me. For over a year, I let that two-faced bitch go.
But not anymore.
This time, she’s stirred up the devil in me.
We’re finishing up my list; we’re setting my sights higher; we’re taking control of this city.
The VGTF, the detective, the pretty young cop.
It doesn’t matter.
Because we are Havoc, and I no longer have limits.
My boys have corrupted me, and we’re more than happy to bathe in the blood of our enemies.
ANARCHY AT PRESCOTT HIGH is a 120,000 word mature high school/new adult romance with enemies-to-lovers/love-hate themes. It has brief flashbacks of past bullying incidents as well as foul language and sexual scenes; any sex featured is consensual. This is a reverse harem novel, meaning the main character has more than one love interest. This is book one of five in the series.
Excerpt Anarchy at Prescott High by CM Stunich
***WARNING: SPOILERS, DO NOT READ UNTIL AFTER FINISH MAYHEM***
“Alright, darling, keep your head,” Victor tells me. He knows me so well, everything about me, really. He knows the darkest recesses of my heart, but he also knows that deep down, on the very inside, there is something about me that still wants to believe.
Believe the world is good.
Believe that love prevails.
Believe that there is justice.
I’m standing in the Prescott High School gymnasium, surrounded by people, watched by cops … and yet, all I can think about is how I’m going to flay Kali and lay her to waste. I am done with her shit. And I am done with shit from people like Neil, and Eric, and Leigh.
Done. Done. Done.
“They’re all watching you,” Callum says, stepping up close, like a dark avenger in his hood, with his imperfectly beautiful voice. “There are five police officers in here, Bernie.”
I’m standing there in that stupid pink dress—why did I pick this? It isn’t me at all, is it? No, it’s what Pen would’ve worn. But I … I am not my sister. And I never will be. As soon as I get my ass out of here, I’m dying the tips of my hair as red as the red, red motherfucking rose.
As red as blood.
As red as the blood I’m about to carve out of Kali.