Feb 242020
 

Bully Me: Class of 2020

Loving your tormentor isn’t easy, especially when they collect broken hearts and parade them around like trophies. They’re the bad boys, the alpha a**holes, and the thorns in our sides. They push us past our limits, turn us on, and break us.

They’re our bullies.
They’re the class of 2020.

Eight bestselling authors are teaming up to bring you eight unique stories about the guys we love to hate.

This anthology benefits one of the largest anti-bullying organizations in the world, and all proceeds will go toward helping to support victims of bullying.

Siobhan Davis
CoraLee June
Shantel Tessier
C.M. Stunich
K Webster
Kaydence Snow
Callie Hart
Sam Mariano

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Jan 162020
 
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Chaos at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #2) by C.M. Stunich

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Altered by Fire is the new book from CM Stunich & Tate James.

  • Publication Date: May 14, 2019

BLURB:

My life changed in an instant, altered by fire, irreparably damaged.
Just like me.
I’m a broken, damaged soul on the run from a very real sort of darkness.

My father, a notorious mob boss, either wants me back or wants me dead.
I find solace in the arms of his enemies.
Five deliciously dark men that tempt me to do things I shouldn’t.

Arsen, Colt, Weston, Mace, and Hawke.
They’re just as dangerous as the men they’re hunting.
So, will they save me, or burn me to ashes?

Either way, in their arms, I catch fire.
I burn.
And I love every second of it.

**NOTE: This book was originally published as Five Fathers by Kate Morgan. It has undergone a rewrite but the core story remains the same.**

Title: Altered by Fire (Undercover Sinners Trilogy #1)
Author: CM Stunich & Tate James
Publication Date: May 13th, 2019
Shelves: Contemporary; Romance; RH; Dark Romance;
Format: Kindle (184 pages)
Rating: 10/10

I feel like this one has been one of the dirtiest books I’ve read, and I try to read a little bit of everything. I usually mold on the world the authors create and try not to be too real about it, but I can say that in this case… Holly Sh*t!

How can someone enjoy it all the way with these dirty fake priests. I mean, some things were a bit too much but I tried to block them out.

I can say with totally sincerity, that this book is NOT for everyone. If you’re too religious I do not recommend it, but I guess if you’re searching for this book… welcome to the dark side!!!

Fair is fair and aside from what I said above, this book is sexy, steamy and our boys do not fear to show it.

All in all, it kept me interested and I can’t wait to read next, because the book ends with you wanting to know what’s next.

The cliffhanger is not that bad.. ok, not that bad, but it’s there.

I also need to say that this series was previously written under Kate Morgan, a Pen Name for the duo.


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Nov 192019
 
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Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #1) by CM Stunich

There’s one word you don’t utter at Prescott High, not unless you want them to own you.
H.A.V.O.C.
Hael, Aaron, Victor, Oscar, and Callum.

The Havoc Boys rule the hellhole we call Prescott High.
Once upon a time, they ruled me. For an entire year, I endured their shit.
But senior year is going to be different.

This year, I own them.
I’ve made a pact with the Havoc Boys to get the vengeance I deserve.
Their price? Me. At their beck and call, in their beds, a part of their gang.

Their girl.
A Havoc Girl.
Those dirty, rotten boys are going to get revenge against everyone that’s wronged me—everyone but themselves.

HAVOC AT PRESCOTT HIGH is a 105,000 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 three in the series.

Title: Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys Book 1)
Author: CM Stunich
Publication Date: November 9th, 2019
Shelves: Contemporary; Romance;
Format: Kindle (482 pages)
Rating: 10/10

The HAVOC Boys – Hael, Aaron, Victor, Oscar and Callum. The gang that tormented Bernadette Blackbird a whole year. That was until she invoked HAVOC and now they work for her.

The price? She gets to be a HAVOC girl and marry Vic.

I love to take on a new series from CM Stunich, especially in the beginning when I read and figure out the dynamics of the new crew.

I felt like the books was too short and that happens everything I read an ongoing series written by CM Stunich. I always crave more and read everything she writes.
The first book presents their world and their role in it, plus the new arrangements with Bernadette too.

Warning, there’s a cliffhanger but the book is totally worth it.

I am a fan of everything she writes and RH is a main trope I devour.


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Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #1) by CM Stunich

There’s one word you don’t utter at Prescott High, not unless you want them to own you.
H.A.V.O.C.
Hael, Aaron, Victor, Oscar, and Callum.

The Havoc Boys rule the hellhole we call Prescott High.
Once upon a time, they ruled me. For an entire year, I endured their shit.
But senior year is going to be different.

This year, I own them.
I’ve made a pact with the Havoc Boys to get the vengeance I deserve.
Their price? Me. At their beck and call, in their beds, a part of their gang.

Their girl.
A Havoc Girl.
Those dirty, rotten boys are going to get revenge against everyone that’s wronged me—everyone but themselves.

HAVOC AT PRESCOTT HIGH is a 105,000 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 three in the series.

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VERY BAD WIZARDS (The Wicked Wizards of Oz #1)

~a Wizard of Oz RH retelling~

~The Wicked Wizards of Oz~

My little dog, Toto, just shifted into a man. A gorgeous, chiseled beast of a man. That was about thirty seconds before the storm hit and he clutched me against his naked body while wild winds raged all around us.

Yeah, we’re seriously not in fucking Kansas anymore.

There are male witches with toothy smiles, a man with a tin arm, and some wizards. Some very, very bad wizards–and they’re all interested in me. Romantically. How … interesting.

Oh, and then there’s Dorothy, the girl who’s claiming that she’s the good guy, and I’m the bad one, all because the power to control storms sleeps in my fingertips.

My name is Ozora, Oz for short, and I’m a girl from nowhere, destined for somewhere.

Excerpt Very Bad Wizards by CM Stunich

The Cyclone

The cyclone cellar is the only place in this damn house I can sit and have a smoke without Auntie Em calling the cops on me.

“There’s no ventilation in here,” my friend, Yori, says, taking a drag on the joint and passing it over to her boyfriend. I can’t remember his name for the life of me, but it doesn’t really matter. Yori jumps between boys the way my Aunt Emily hops political causes. She’s joined three new activist groups just this week, all of them for causes I’m not a fan of. One of them is pro-GMO, you know, Genetically Modified Organisms. Who the hell is pro-GMO?

“Of course there’s no ventilation,” I say, taking the joint from this no-name guy’s tattooed fingers. “It’s a storm cellar. The whole point is to keep air out, not let it in.”

“We’re going to hot box your poor dog,” she says, tucking long blonde hair behind one shoulder and gesturing at the little black Scottish Terrier at my feet with ringed fingers. I drop my gaze to his silky black fur, chest rising and falling in a deep sort of sleep, and then I get up and climb the steps to the cellar door.

“If I let him out, he barks non-stop,” I say, using one of the boxes of canned food to prop the door open. Outside, there’s nothing to look at but gray. Gray grass, gray ground, gray house, gray sky. Everything in Kansas is gray; I hate it here. Maybe there are pretty parts, but all I’ve ever seen of it is this dump. Sometimes there’s corn. Other times, it’s just flat and empty and desolate.

I lived in Oregon before this, and even though pot was legal, I never smoked it.

I smoke it a lot here; I need it here.

“Hopefully this doesn’t draw the Witch’s attention,” I say, turning and slumping down to the step before taking a drag on my joint. My dog, Toto, is sitting there and staring at me with twinkling black eyes, like a cloudless night with no stars. It’s just velvety blackness in his gaze, and almost as profound.

Or maybe that’s just the joint talking?

“Why do you call your mom the Witch?” Yori’s boyfriend asks, his hair slicked back and frozen solid with too much gel. I’m sort of glad I can’t remember his name because clearly, he thinks he’s the shit. My lips crease into a frown as he stands up and takes the joint back from me.

“Emily is not my mom,” I say, leaning back and putting my palms on the rough wooden step. Some people in town–like Yori’s family–have these fancy shelters in their garages, underneath their epoxied floors with fancy logos and comfy couches, electricity, and mini-fridges full of Coca-Cola.

Not us.

We have this half-assed hole dug in the ground with a rickety wooden door, a rusty handle, an old sofa, and a recliner with the yellow stuffing leaking out of it. If this place is supposed to protect us from a massive cyclone, we’re all screwed. Personally, if a cyclone does show up, I might just lay down in the field and watch it consume the world.

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Stepbrother Thief by Violet Blaze (CM Stunich)

*A Full-Length Stand-Alone Novel (124,000 words)*
Thirty minutes ago, my stepbrother pulled off one of the biggest jewelry heists in history—and I helped him do it.

Now we’re on the run, and I don’t know what to think.

He says he’ll protect me no matter what, but I’m not sure if I should believe him.

After all, we tried that once and it did not turn out well for either of us.

Besides, his father raised us both after my mother passed away.

Gill can be lots of things to me, but he can’t be my lover.

Not again.

When I turned twenty-one, he disappeared. Just disappeared without a word.

Over a decade later, and now he’s back and more ruthless than ever.

He says the right things, does the right things, but the truth is …

I’m afraid of him.

I’m afraid for him.

Excerpt Stepbrother Thief by Violet Blaze (CM Stunich)

“If I were a better man, I’d walk away right now, find my head, calm down. Then I’d come back and we’d have a rational, adult conversation.” Gill licks his lips. “But I’m not a good man, Regi. I’m a terrible man who’s done terrible things. I’m also a man that’s still in love with you.”

When Gill leans down and captures my lips with his, I could pull away. I could easily push him back, tell him not to touch me ever again, and be done with this whole thing. But I can’t. I can’t do anything but kiss him back, let his strong, warm arms encircle me and pull me against him.

I curl the fingers of my left hand in his dark hair while my right slides up the firm muscles of his chest, bumping into the shoulder holster and the gun that’s tucked away inside it. It should turn me off, remind me of the issues at hand, the reality of the situation, but it doesn’t. Instead, it turns me on. There’s no waffling on the issue, no panicked thoughts about what might happen after this is over. I don’t know about Gilleon, but right now, I’m not in my right mind—my body’s in complete control.

When he reaches down and starts unbuckling his belt, I don’t stop him, nipping at his bottom lip and tightening my grip on his hair. This isn’t about foreplay or fun or even pleasure, this is all about connection.

“Regina,” Gill growls against my mouth, the sound curling my spine as I slide my hips forward and grind against him, against the hard bulge in his jeans. He groans in response, shoving up the lacy fabric of my dress until it’s bunched up around my hips, leaving the black satin panties underneath exposed to the chilly autumn air. Even that’s not enough to wake me up inside, remind me that this is a really bad idea, that Gill has too much focus, too much passion, to be dissuaded once he’s got something in mind. If that something is getting me back then … I shouldn’t even put myself in the position to deal with that.

But I can’t stop.

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Stepbrother Inked by Violet Blaze (CM Stunich)

“Well, what are you waiting for, Abi? Take your pants off.”
The words went straight through me, piercing my heart like an arrow. Between my legs, an insistent throbbing began that I didn’t know how to control. Wow.
“All the way off?” I asked, knowing that was a stupid question. Florian laughed at me, hunching back over the table, pencil sliding across the page like it was nothing, like he could do this in his sleep.
“Unless you want to do it with your pants tangled around your ankles.” The corner of his mouth twitched. “Which I’m not opposed to.”
I huffed, knowing he was just teasing me and sat up, pulling off the gray leather boots I’d put on in an attempt to look somewhat stylish. Walking into this shop was like walking into a lion’s den, one filled with gorgeous, perfectly put-together lionesses, dressed up like wafer thin models. I knew I’d never match up to them, no matter how hard I tried, but I couldn’t seem to keep myself from trying. A pair of boots and some nice jeans weren’t fooling anyone though; I had breasts and hips and a stubborn layer of extra padding that nobody wanted to see. I knew I wasn’t fat (I wasn’t that delusional yet), but I also knew I wasn’t winning any beauty contests.
I stood up, my bare feet hitting the floor with a slap and then started to unbutton my jeans. I could practically feel Flor’s eyes on my back, yet when I turned around, he wasn’t looking at me. I swallowed and faced towards the wall, hooking my fingers in the denim and closing my eyes. This shouldn’t be so hard and yet … I felt like I was drowning again, smothered in the ashes of an unrequited love. I breathed out and up, sending stray strands of hair fluttering around my face, and then I dropped my jeans. Or I tried to anyway. I’d squeezed myself into my tightest pair of dark wash skinny jeans, so I had to really struggle to push them down my hips and over my calves.
The bikini bottoms I’d slipped into at home felt suddenly inadequate.
“Alright,” Florian said, and maybe I was imagining it but his voice felt like it was deeper, darker, huskier. I turned around and found him intently focused on the drafting table and his artwork. Okay, okay, so I really was imagining it. “Come over here and just stand like you normally would, don’t do anything special.”
I turned around and moved over to him, my feet cold on the bare wood floor as I paused next to my stepbrother and watched his expression as he looked up at me – or rather at my … crotch. He turned in his chair and reached out, taking hold of the strings on my right hip. I felt dizzy, this close to him, dressed in so little. It would take a split second for him to lift me up and set me on the table, undo his pants, and slide into me.
Holy crap.
Flor’s fingers tugged roughly on the strings and the knot came undone, the top corner of the bikini falling forward as I gasped and dropped my hand to keep the rest of it from sliding away. I knew I was breathing hard. H*ll, I could hear my own breaths echoing in the tiny room, could feel the sweat forming on my lower back, between my thighs. The hand that held my bikini bottoms in place was shaking, just a little but enough that I knew Flor could tell.

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Orientation – The Burberry Prep x Secret Crossover by CM Stunich

You’ll need to have read all 4 books in the Burberry Prep Series and all 3 books in the Adamson series before you read this one.

It follows both Marnye (Burberry Prep) and Charlotte (Adamson Academy) into college. Specifically, during their orientation week. It’s dual POV, split 50/50 between each heroine, and all the boys are there, too.

News on the street is this book is going to be released late March/early April, but since she’s a busy bee the deadline can shift anytime. And yes, it’ll be in KU.

All news related to this will be updated here as soon as they are available.

The Burberry Prep x Secret Crossover by CM Stunich
1. The Burberry Prep x Secret Crossover will read like book #5 in The Rich Boys Of Burberry Prep series, and like book #4 in the Adamson All-Boys Academy Series.

2. There will only be one crossover book, but there might be cameo appearances of Charlotte/her dude(s) [yeah, no spoilers for you! LOL] in The Rich Boys of Bornstead U series.

3. The first book in The Rich Boys of Bornstead U will be written so anyone can pick up and start reading from right there, so if you want to skip the crossover, you can. Anything that happens in the crossover that needs to be explained in Bornstead U, will

Now here’s a small excerpt:
**There are no spoilers from the Adamson Academy series, but if you have not finished Burberry Prep, I highly recommend you don’t read this yet!**

Burberry Prep x Secret Girl Crossover Novel
(C) C.M. Stunich 2019

CHAPTER ONE
“Marnye Reed”

Bornstead University is buried in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, surrounded by trees and, for part of the year, snow. It’s a little foreign to me, having lived my entire life on the West Coast of California, but at least it’s not a total culture shock.

Well, not for me anyway.

“I can’t believe these are the dorms” Zayd says, cocking his head to one side and lifting his shades up to study the four story buildings, built with logs and framed with these impressive carved wood entries. “They look more like mountain-man cabins. Time to grab my shotgun and my Labrador, so I can go duck-hunting.”

“Cute,” I say with a small smile. It hurts sometimes, to smile like that. Every time my lips form that shape, I think of my dad.

I miss my dad.

A big hand curls over my shoulder, and I close my eyes, lifting my own hand up to touch Zack’s. His touch is comforting in a way that’s hard to describe; he has some of that wonderful familiarity of a long-time friend, but with the newness of a fresh love.

I bite my lower lip as he steps forward and curls his big body around mine, a shield of muscle against a new life, a new world that I thought I was ready for. I’m not sure if I’m ready for anything right now. Part of me wants to curl up in a dark room and grieve, while the rest of me wants to throw herself into schoolwork, the way I’ve always done. Bury my feelings in academia.

“Are you okay?” Creed asks, his pale hair covering his forehead as he studies me. If not for him, if not for Tristan, Zayd, Windsor, and Zack, I don’t know where I’d be right now.

“No,” I say, and he nods, stepping close to curl his fingers through mine. A few people passing by glance our way, but more out of curiosity than anything else. I’m sure they’re wondering why I’m cuddling up to two guys at the same time, but I’m also fairly certain they won’t care. We’re at a left-leaning university in Colorado.

I should be fine here, right?

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Filthy Rich Boys (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #1) by C.M. Stunich

Break the new girl.
That should be easy, right?
Trash like her doesn’t belong at Burberry Prep.
No, Marnye Reed is going down, and we plan to make a spectacle out of it.
Let’s see who can make her fall in love first.
Bet’s on. Any takers?

***

Take on the filthy rich boys.
They’re the idols of the school, veritable gods on earth.
Old Money. New money. A rising star.
These guys are nothing like the ones at my old school.
I might come from nothing, but I’m determined to be someone, and I won’t let them get in my way.
They say they’ll make my life a living hell; I think they mean to keep that promise.

***FILTHY RICH BOYS is a 97,000 word reverse harem/mature high school bully romance novel. This is book one of four in the series. Contains foul language and sexual scenes; any sex featured is consensual.

FILTHY RICH BOYS (Rich Boys of Burberry Prep, Year One)
by C.M. Stunich

PROLOGUE:

My uniform—and my dignity—are in tatters.

My eyes scan the gathered crowd, but there are three faces in particular that catch my attention. Cold, cruel, beautiful. An ugly sort of beautiful, I think as I meet a narrowed silver gaze and catch the faintest edges of a smirk. Tristan Vanderbilt thinks he’s beaten me; they all do. But what they don’t understand is that I’m not the nervous, eager little charity case I was when I first started at Burberry Prep.

Lifting an arm up, I swipe a bit of blood from my mouth. My bra is showing through the torn remnants of my white blouse, and it’s the pretty red one I wore just for Zayd. He made me believe he cared about me. Flicking my eyes in his direction, I can see quite clearly now that he doesn’t. He isn’t smiling, not like Tristan, but the message in his green eyes is clear: you don’t belong here.

“Had enough yet?” Harper du Pont purrs from behind me. I don’t bother turning to look at her. Instead, I let my attention slide to the last of the three guys. My three biggest mistakes; my three greatest betrayals. Creed is frowning, like this whole confrontation is a necessary evil. Get rid of the lower-class trash, clean up the school.

The wind picks up, the ragged red pleats of my academy uniform billowing in a salty breeze. In the distance, I can hear the sea. It crashes against the rocks in time to the frantic beating of my heart. A storm is coming.

Tristan moves toward me with predatory grace, his expensive loafers picking up droplets of dew as he comes to stand toe-to-toe with me, as close as he was that first day when he insulted me and then laid out the challenge: how long do you think you’ll last? Well. It’s the final day of freshman year, and I’m still standing here, aren’t I? Tristan, though, he thinks that while I’ve won the battle, he’s going to win the war.

I stay stone-still as he lifts his fingers and tangles strands of my paint-splattered hair through them, giving the brunette locks a light tug. White paint smears across his perfect skin as I meet those gray eyes of his with a defiant glimmer in my own.

“I take it you won’t be coming back next year, will you, Marnye?” he whispers, his voice like whiskey over ice. Tristan thinks he’s the master of this school, a veritable god. The other boys think of themselves like that, too. I’d like to be a fly on the wall when a confrontation finally comes. They think their money will buy them the world. Maybe, in a way, it will.
But it won’t buy them true friendship, and it won’t buy them love. It definitely won’t buy them me.

I glance past Tristan to Zayd and Creed, and then I refocus my attention back on the asshole that started it all. From day one, he went out of his way to make my life a living hell. He succeeded. And Zayd and Creed, they loved every horrible, filthy second of it.

“Just go home, Marnye, and it’ll all be over,” Tristan says, the softness in his voice edged with cruelty. He’s like a predator who’s too cute to be afraid of. I made the mistake of letting him get too close, and now I’m cut and bleeding—physically and emotionally. I’m fucking shattered. “You don’t belong here.”

Zayd listens to the whole conversation, and then slides his tattooed arm around Becky Platter, putting the final nail in my coffin. He’s chosen her over me. He’s chosen her and her cruelty and her mocking laughter over me. My hands curl into fists so tight that my nails dig crescents into my palms.

I meet Tristan’s haughty, self-assured stare. There are tears on my face, and when he removes his fingers from my hair, he touches one with his knuckles, bringing it to his lips for a lick. It’s a derisive, awful move, like a knife in the back. I can feel the blade beside my heart, but it’s just missed. I’m not broken yet.

“I’ve already enrolled in my classes,” I state, and the entire courtyard goes silent. Nobody is expecting this, the poor girl, the lamb in a pack of wolves, standing up for herself. What they don’t know is that the hardest hearts are forged in fire. With their cruelty and their jokes and their laughter, they’ve forged me into something spectacular. “Come September, I’ll be the first in line for orientation.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Tristan says, still cold as ice, still full of wicked triumph for what he thinks he’s done. His dark hair flutters in the breeze, softening some of his hard lines. It’s all an illusion though. I know that now, and I won’t make that same mistake again. “I’ll make your life a living hell.”

“You can try,” I retort, reaching into my pocket and pulling out my registration form. I’ll be back at Burberry Prep come hell or high water. This is my opportunity, and I won’t let three handsome faces, three pairs of hot hands, three sets of ardent lips destroy that. “Because what you don’t know …” I take a deep breath, and then bend down to grab the handle on my ratty, old duffle bag. Everybody else here has hired help to carry their luggage. Not me. Straightening up, I lift my chin in defiance and Tristan scowls. “Is that my life outside of these walls was already a living hell. This is just another level of Dante’s inferno, and I’m not afraid.” My gaze flicks past Tristan and back to Zayd and Creed. “Not of any of you.”

I move around Tristan, intent on the school gates and three months of freedom from these jerks, but he puts his hand around my arm and holds me back. Glancing down, I stare at his fingers pressed against my flesh, and then look back up at his face. He’s smiling, but it’s not a pretty smile.

“Challenge accepted,” he purrs, and then he releases me.

As I head down the path in my torn uniform, I keep my chin up and my fears pushed back.

Challenge accepted is right. I won’t be driven away from the best opportunity in my life. Not by Tristan, not by anyone.

As I walk, I can feel three sets of eyes on my back, watching, waiting, plotting.

I’ll have to make sure I stay one step ahead.

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Excerpt Rich Boys of Bornstead U by CM Stunich
(C) C.M. Stunich

Unedited “Rich Boys of Bornstead U” excerpt

Creed Cabot is waiting in line for a bowl of ramen noodles, leaning against the sneeze guard like he’s just too bored to be bothered standing up straight. He looks a little weirded out, too, like he’s never had ramen before.

“This is painful to watch,” I whisper to Miranda, pretending I’m not studying her twin’s ass in the too-tight jeans he’s wearing. “What is wrong with him? You’re supposed to pick a protein, and a type of broth, and toppings. He’s ordered nothing.”

“First time with commoner food,” Miranda explains, dead serious. Like, I look over at her to see if she’s joking, but she’s just smiling in that way of hers, completely oblivious. Tristan notices though, and smirks, lifting his spoon up so that the noodles slither off and splash back into the bowl.

When I glance his way, his stare is … intense. I almost choke on a bite of boiled egg.

“You hear that? Commoner’s food. Peasant food. Our palates are so elevated, all we can taste is salt.”

“Heh,” Zayd snorts, slamming down a full tray on my right. He smirks at Tristan, making the other boy scowl. “I grew up on Doritos and Baja Blast Mountain Dew, bro. You’re speaking for yourself.” My little rockstar boy flops his inelegant ass down next to me and flips one of his lip rings around with his tongue. “I happen to like cheap-ass Pleb food.”

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Spirited (The Academy of Spirits and Shadows #1) by CM Stunich

Brynn of Haversey is a spirit whisperer—a person blessed with the ability to see and speak to the dead. In the country of Amerin, she’s one of a select few with magical gifts known as whisperers.

Every year, the Royal College accepts a small number of new students, all magically inclined, all whisperers. Competition is brutal and the classes, nearly impossible to pass for a half-breed angel with two left feet and a massive pair of black feathered wings.

Oh, and especially if she brings her six ghostly boyfriends with her to the academy (including the recently deceased crown prince, a master thief hanged for his crimes, and a former student of the Royal College). What kind of spirit whisperer is Brynn of Haversey if she can’t exorcise her own soulmates? But Brynn isn’t attending the most prestigious academy in the world to become a better exorcist—she’s searching for a way to bring her lovers back to life …

SPIRITED is a full-length (300+ page) reverse harem romance with a (slightly) clumsy but still kick-butt angel heroine and her six boyfriends who just happen to be ghosts. This book includes foul language, violence, and sexual situations.

The men of “Spirited”
Elijah, a spirit whisperer (he can talk to ghosts) and a student at the academy

Air, the crown prince and Brynn’s childhood friend

Vexer, a griffin shifter and leader of the Travelers Guild

Talon, a poison whisperer and a master thief

Professor Cross (first name Spicer), a teacher at the Academy of Spirits and Shadows

Dyre, the prince of a neighboring country

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Haunted (The Academy of Spirits and Shadows #2) by CM Stunich

Brynn of Haversey isn’t just a spirit whisperer: she’s a shadow whisperer, too, a person blessed (or some might say cursed) with both the powers of Heaven and Hell. Because of her rare double gift, the Queen of Amerin expects her to master the spell of resurrection and restore her men—namely the crown prince—to life, but Brynn is starting to suspect that the magic will forever be maddeningly out of reach.

Life at the Royal College isn’t quite what Brynn expected, especially not when she’s being forced to live a double life. Student by day, the country’s only hope at night. Without a demi-god heir, Amerin is doomed. With the fate of the entire country resting on the shoulders of the clumsy half-angel girl, Brynn will have to rely on her growing ghostly harem for help.

The spirit of an academy professor. The prince of an enemy kingdom, and his aptly named brother, Trubble. The cousin of Brynn’s longtime love. And then there’s the prince himself, a man that nobody else can know is dead. Find the missing soul of a thief, enjoy the company of her only living boyfriend, Vex, and figure out a way to survive school and feuding gods. If Brynn can transform a fox into a human with the magic of a sneeze, surely she can do anything.

HAUNTED is a reverse harem romance with a (slightly) clumsy but still kick-butt angel heroine and her seven boyfriends who just happen to be ghosts. This book includes foul language, violence, and sexual situations. This is book two in the series beginning with SPIRITED.

Excerpt Haunted (The Academy of Spirits and Shadows #2) by CM Stunich

(C) 2019 C.M. Stunich

Brynn of Haversey isn’t just a spirit whisperer: she’s a shadow whisperer, too, a person blessed (or some might say cursed) with both the powers of Heaven and Hell. Because of her rare double gift, the Queen of Amerin expects her to master the spell of resurrection and restore her men—namely the crown prince—to life, but Brynn is starting to suspect that the magic will forever be maddeningly out of reach.

Life at the Royal College isn’t quite what Brynn expected, especially not when she’s being forced to live a double life. Student by day, the country’s only hope at night. Without a demi-god heir, Amerin is doomed. With the fate of the entire country resting on the shoulders of the clumsy half-angel girl, Brynn will have to rely on her growing ghostly harem for help.

The spirit of an academy professor. The prince of an enemy kingdom, and his aptly named brother, Trubble. The cousin of Brynn’s longtime love. And then there’s the prince himself, a man that nobody else can know is dead. Find the missing soul of a thief, enjoy the company of her only living boyfriend, Vex, and figure out a way to survive school and feuding gods. If Brynn can transform a fox into a human with the magic of a sneeze, surely she can do anything.

HAUNTED is a reverse harem romance with a (slightly) clumsy but still kick-butt angel heroine and her seven boyfriends who just happen to be ghosts. This book includes foul language, violence, and sexual situations. This is book two in the series beginning with SPIRITED.

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Shadowed (The Academy of Spirits and Shadows #3) by CM Stunich

There is no blurb yet, but this article will be updated with it as soon as it’s online, plus purchase links

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THE NINE (Foxfire Burning #1) by C.M. Stunich and Tate James

Tricky, like a fox.
As a kitsune–a fox shifter–I have to be to survive.
Sometimes it seems like the whole world wants me dead.
Ironic, considering that’s my job–to kill people.

Thea Hunt, professional assassin at your service.
But that’s not my only vice.
I’m also attracted to the darkest denizens of the supernatural world, the men I should run from instead of fall for. Men like Mikhail, the leader of the assassins guild, Barrett, the local alpha wolf, and Nix, the skinwalking coyote that’s likely to bring the entire shifter community to their knees. And then there are my exes–Riot and Fin.

Somebody’s killing off old gods, stripping shifters of their ability to change. And a trapped shifter doesn’t last long without losing their mind. Nix knows; Mikhail wants me to kill him; Barrett wants me dead. Oh, and Riot and Fin are determined to make my life a living hell.

As the youngest kitsune to ever get nine tails, I should be able to trick my way out of this one, right?
Right?!

THE NINE is the first book in the FOXFIRE BURNING series. It is a full-length reverse harem urban fantasy/paranormal romance with a spunky kitsune (fox shifter) main character and her six love interests: a vampire, a werewolf, a coyote shifter, and a few mysteries. This book includes cursing, violence, steamy scenes, and a whole lot of magic.

Excerpt THE NINE (Foxfire Burning #1) by C.M. Stunich and Tate James

I was not about to share my quiet peaceful alone time with Riot.

“Look, can we just share a single cup? One cup of coffee won’t fucking kill you, Thea.” He threw up his hands as I shot a sharp glance his direction, taking in his gray eyes, his dark brown hair and the scars that twisted across his right arm, the ones he’d had tattooed over with black and gray designs.

A wolf had got Riot once … and he hadn’t let go.

If Fin and I hadn’t stumbled on the scene, he wouldn’t even be here right now.

“Sorry, no can do,” I said, moving toward the curb as my Porsche pulled up and the valet climbed out.

“Run from me,” he challenged, his voice a dark whisper of intent. “I’ll just climb in my own car and follow you.” He raised an eyebrow at me as Ziff chirped and I curled the edge of my lip up in a snarl.

“Please, Riot, don’t make me laugh. You couldn’t keep up if I was driving a damn shopping cart. You stand no chance against me in Lola.” Lola was the name of my Porsche. She was a sleek gunmetal grey with soft ivory leather interior and shit could she run.

“Try me, Thea. I’m done letting you run from me.” Riot met my gaze stubbornly and I remembered why I’d fallen in love with him so many years ago. Asshole that he was, he challenged me. He didn’t let me get away with crap and I fucking loved that about him. Once.

Now though, it was just pissing me off.

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I WAS BORN RUINED (DEATH BY DAYBREAK MC #1) by CM Stunich

What sort of girl loves sin like I do?
What sort of person thrives in it?

I’m the princess to a dirty throne of motorcycles and madness, daughter of the president of the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. My father’s four closest officers—men dressed in blood and death and sin—they’re my honor guard, cloaked in leather vests and tattoos. Only, there’s nothing honorable about them at all.

They’re all wrong for me.
Every motorcycle club has its old ladies.
These guys … they share one.
They share me.

***I WAS BORN RUINED is a 90,000 word new adult, reverse harem, motorcycle club romance with one daring, bada** leading lady, her four sexy outlaws, and a romantic suspense plot. Contains cursing, violence, and sexual situations.

Excerpt I WAS BORN RUINED (DEATH BY DAYBREAK MC #1) by CM Stunich

unedited excerpt
(C) C.M. Stunich

Grainger leans down, cuts the distance between us, kisses my mouth and taints it filthy.

Fucking filthy.

Sin kissed me in the kitchen the other day … Grainger won’t stop at a kiss.

I stumble back a few steps and he follows me, bumping my thighs into the high, curved back of one of the old pews. Without preamble or question, he drops his hands to my hips and lifts me up, parking me on the narrow edge so he can wedge his big body between my thighs.

“Grainger,” I start, but his lips have captured mine, taken them hostage with prurient fervor.

*I knew I should fucking stay away from him!* I think, but it’s too late. My hands are on his chest, and his smell is mixing with the warm leather of his vest, the tobacco from his cigarettes, the distant burn of motor oil.

My thighs part of their own accord, and he leans in, grinding his sex to mine, rubbing against the carnal heat at my core.

Grainger and I exchange groans, growls, snarls of pleasure.

It occurs to me that we’re in a church.

“We’ll burn in hell for this,” I gasp as he tears the button on my jeans and sends it flying.

“Honey, hate to break it to you,” Grainger says, sliding a hand tattooed with the moon and stars into my jeans, cupping my pussy, slicking a finger across my opening, “but this is hell. Might as well enjoy the sins.”

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Pack Ivory Emerald (The Seven Mates of Zara Wolf #4) by CM Stunich

(C) C.M. Stunich

Werewolf girl turned demigod.

Lone wolf turned dedicated mate.

I am Zara Wolf, the heir to the throne of all the packs.

I’m also in possession of a stolen faerie treasure used to tap my people’s magic for decades.

The witches want it back; the fae want it returned.

But I had no idea I was getting involved in a war between the faerie courts.

There are seven men who hold my heart, who make up my own personal pack.

But there’s only one human: my best friend, Faith Cassidy.

She’s the one link I have to my humanity, the thing that keeps the wolf in me at bay.

If the Seelie Prince wants her, he’ll have to kill me first.

War is on the horizon, but we fight my way, with cunning instead of brute force.

Even if one of my boys is a traitor, it’s not his fault.

Even if he fights for their side, I’ll win him back.

Because nobody gets between the Silver Wolf and her mates … and lives to tell the tale.

PACK IVORY EMERALD (The Seven Mates of Zara Wolf #4)
((unedited))
C.M. Stunich

CHAPTER ONE

My breath came in short, sharp bursts as I held one hand to my neck and kept the other hanging loosely by my side, just in case I needed to use it. I was still bleeding from the cut on my neck, but I could feel the edges knitting together as I took in the scene around me.
Two distinct conflicts, no easy solution.
In front of me, two demon princes circled an angel with a sword. To my right, a sea of Bloods waited with a traitor as their leader.
“Silas,” Allister Vetter said, his voice low and even. Easy. Calm. He did not sound like a man who’d just lost his wife. My eyes flicked between one problem and the next. Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place. Vengeful angel with a sword … pack of Bloods with a werewolf to guide them.
I turned toward Allister, content to leave Noc and Nim, the two demons Montgomery and I had freed in exchange for saving his sister’s life, to the angel. They were more than powerful enough to take him on together, and I had other problems to worry about just now.
“Allister,” Silas replied, his voice rough with emotion. His father had always been cruel, so there was no love lost between the two of them, but I knew it hurt Silas to see his dad’s betrayal in the bright light of day. We were wolves; we were Pack. And a traitor was a thorn in all our sides. “You killed Mom.” There was a hitch in the voice of the Pack Obsidian Gold Alpha-Son. He’d acted like losing his mother was an inconvenience at best, but I knew better. Beneath the tattoos and the cigarettes and the bad boy smirk, there was a man with a heart that was just aching to be loved. His Mom had never given it to him and now she never would.
“Don’t stand there and act like she mattered to you,” Allister said, his amber eyes flicking across all the wildcards in this scenario: two demons, one angel, one witch, one faerie, and one vampire hybrid. If I was certain they were all on our side, I might not be so nervous about our current situation.
“She was my mother!” Silas snarled, and magic whipped out and away from us, knocking loose a large limb from the oak across the street. It fell and scattered the gathered vamps, but of course, it didn’t hit a single one of them. We weren’t lucky enough for that. “She was my mother,” he repeated and in some silent command from Allister, the gathered Bloods came right for us.
I hoped somebody had a big ass glamour for this one because we, we weren’t going down without a fight.
A woman with long dark hair and sapphire eyes came right at me, the sunlight warming her pale skin and making my stomach twist into knots. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to seeing vampires traipsing about in the sun. But I pushed my reservations aside and let go of my throat, feeling the tiniest bubble of blood spurt and drain down my skin before the wound healed completely. The boys and I would certainly make an impressive haul for Kingdom Ironbound; if they got us, it was all over.
There was no losing this battle because it would also mean losing the war.
Montgomery stepped in front of me, wooden sword drawn and ready while Silas took off after this father. That was a nightmare just waiting to happen. I shoved between my boys, even as they tried to form a protective circle around me, and took off after Silas.
“Zara!” Nic shouted, right there on my left like always. Sometimes, it felt like he would be forever in my orbit. I hoped so. “You’re going to get yourself killed!” But if I let something happen to Silas, I’d never recover. These seven mates of mine were both a strength … and a weakness.
I was halfway across the street before I realized that Harlem was with us, her cheeks pink and her eyes squinting in the sun. It’d just broken through the gray clouds above, gold bars of sunlight slanting down across the three of us.
Allister had fled back in the direction of the house after siccing the vampires on us … and he’d led his own son right into a trap. A pentagram flared up around Silas’ ankles, locking him in place at the end of the walkway that led to the house.
“Whitney!” I screamed, my voice cutting through the din with a wild sort of sound, more wolf than human. But the witch girl was still on the angel’s chain, and even though he was now busy fighting off both demon princes, she wasn’t free yet. Aeron was there, simultaneously keeping her safe and trying to remove the metal shackles from her wrists, ankles, and neck, but there was no immediate help to be found there.
Nic grabbed for my shoulder, but I tore out of his grip and lifted my wrist up, feeling the coiled magic in the black rose tattoo, frothing and bubbling inside my skin. Before I could even make a conscious decision on what I was going to do with it, magic was lashing out in a wave that I couldn’t see but that I could sure as hell feel.
The edge of the magical circle that Silas was trapped in broke, and he collapsed to his knees on the cement. Nic and I were right there, taking up a position on either side of him, Harlem behind us. She so desperately wanted to be pack … If I could give her the chance to shift, maybe she’d make a good beta? A bridge between the wolves and the Crown Aurora vamps?
Allister was waiting on the porch, behind a set of wards that I could feel like the flames of a massive bonfire, heat licking at my face, warning me that I was standing way too damn close. The way he was watching the four of us did not bring me any sort of comfort.
He wasn’t just waiting—he was waiting for something specific.
A sound cracked the air above the house just before a witch on a broom appeared.
Some clichés existed for a reason, and brooms held a lot of power. Sweeping didn’t just clean up dirt and debris, it rounded up negative energy and stored it. That’s why it’s so important to bury an old broom and buy a new one every couple of months; I wished most humans knew that. It would certainly save them some trouble.
First, it was just one witch. Then two. Then … three.
The Three.

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Blurb of In the Arms of the Elite:

IN THE ARMS OF THE ELITE (unedited)
(C) C.M. Stunich

Choose between the rich boys.

I’d rather face the Harpies than make that choice.

How can my four years at Burberry Prep really be coming to an end?

No, Tristan, Zayd, Creed, Zack, and Windsor are everything to me right now.

My strength, my passion, my heart, my empathy, my joy.

Love is a cruel master, but I have no one to blame for this but myself.

***

We fell in love with the charity case.

Idols of the school, the kings of the campus, and we’re nothing without her.

Marnye Elizabeth Reed.

This girl has twisted our world upside down, but the Infinity Club is about to knock us all on our asses.

Big money, political ties, family bonds, obligations: shit is going down at the academy.

The rest of our lives, the rest of her life … it all comes down to this one, final moment.

Title: In The Arms of the Elite
Author: CM Stunich
Publication Date: June 7th, 2019
Shelves: Contemporary; Romance; Reverse Harem;
Format: Kindle (~330 pages)
Rating: 10/10

***IN THE ARMS OF THE ELITE is a 95,000 word reverse harem/dark high school bully romance novel. This is book four of four in the series. Contains foul language and sexual scenes; all sex featured is consensual.

In The Arms of the Elite is the last book of the series and you’ll want to read it. I opened the first page as soon as the book went live.

How can I explain my feelings regarding this book… from the first two pages I had so much emotion going through, that I sometime don’t feel it after finishing other books. CM Stunich does such an amazing job at inserting small glimpse of the ending at the beginning, that you fear the end.

I literally feared every page because I did not know what to expect at the end of the book. Will I like it? Will I be happy with her boys being all together? Or will we lose one of them? Everything was a possibility in my eyes! Of course, when learning that Tristan was being in a place he had no business being, that had me cursing out loud.

While reading In The Arms of the Elite, all I kept saying was ‘oh, my God!’ or ‘hell no!’ or getting angry and frustrated because I want them all together! I will not give you spoilers, just wanted to spark your interest in picking up this reverse harem series!

The ending was beautiful and thank you CM Stunich for this amazing series! I loved all the references on the Amadson’s Academy series, how Andrew hooks up with a character from there or how Marnye reads the RH Groupie book.

At the end of the book, the author explains that this series might continue with the same characters at the University of Bornstead (Rich Boys of Bornstead U), and how she plans on making a spin off series between the two academies. If you’re a fan, please reach out and support your desire on her books becoming a reality!

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The Secret Girl: A High School Bully Romance (Adamson All-Boys Academy Book 1) BLURB:

Shh, I have a secret.

The sinfully gorgeous members of the Student Council—Church, Ranger, Spencer, Micah and Tobias—can’t ever find out.

I already get picked on because my father’s the headmaster.

I don’t need them to know I’m the only girl, too; I’d rather dress like a boy.

Adamson All-Boys Academy now has its only female student, but I’m not about to be their guinea pig.

Not when there’s a secret at this school nobody is talking about. Not when the last female student here ended up dead.

***420 pages in paperback

***THE SECRET GIRL is a 90,000 word lighthearted reverse harem/high school bully romance novel with a mystery/suspense twist. This is book one of three in the series. Contains foul language and sexual scenes; any sex featured is consensual.

Title: The Secret Girl: A High School Bully Romance (Adamson All-Boys Academy Book 1)
Author: CM Stunich
Publication Date: May 24th, 2019
Shelves: Contemporary; Romance; Reverse Harem
Format: Kindle (420 pages)
Rating: 10/10

The is no secret that I enjoy all the books written by CM Stunich. I found her books quite late, but not that it matters, since I’m reading them all!

The Secret Girl is the first book from this new series, Adamson All-Boys Academy. It has been motioned in her other series Burberry Prep once or twice.

Charlotte is the only female student attending this all boys school, while disguising herself as a boy. The main problem is that she comes out as rude and unwilling to make any friends, meanwhile starting trouble with the School Student Council.

Que in our boys! We meet the twins, Micah and Tobias, Spencer, Ranger and Church. The author tells at the beginning of the book that Charlotte aka Chuck Carson will end up with at least 3 of the guys. I am so frustrated and happy at the same time because we don’t know who, which is the same case happening with the Burberry Prep characters.

I know there are some fewer exciting facts like the reason why Charlotte wanted to be a boy in the first place, and maybe some of you are tired of these bully RH, but they still are my guilty pleasure. It’s easy for me to disregard stuff when the plot is really interesting and involved in mystery.

Unpredictable books are on my high demand these days, and The Secret Girl just bumped on this list.

After you read the book, there is a small excerpt from The Ruthless Boys, Book 2, so if you want to check it out, click here


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The Forever Crew is Book 3 of the Adamson All-Boys Academy Series by CM Stunich.

The secret is out.

I’m officially dating the entire Student Council, but that’s not the only thing that’s outside the norm at Adamson All-Boys Academy.

Nah, I think the murders are a bit more remarkable, although my dad might disagree. He’s not exactly thrilled with my fake fiancé or the other four boys that make my pulse race.

With two current students dead, and three attackers on my tail, it looks like I’m next. The fact that I’m a target isn’t in question, but are the people closest to me involved somehow? Everyone’s a suspect—my family, my classmates, even my new boyfriends.

Okay, that’s it. I’m going to do it: I’m going to attend Adamson in a fucking skirt, and kick some ass.

Follow the clues, catch the bad guys, secure my future. Because, murder-mysteries aside, this is my final year of high school, and nothing lasts forever, right? Not even a forever crew.

***THE FOREVER CREW is a 120,000 word lighthearted reverse harem/high school/murder-mystery romance novel with a bully/suspense twist. This is book three of three in the series (with a fourth book crossover coming, titled “Orientation”, that connects this series with my “Rich Boys of Burberry Prep” series). Contains foul language and sexual scenes; any sex featured is consensual.

Excerpt The Forever Crew (Adamson All-Boys Academy Book 3) by CM Stunich

***POSSIBLE SPOILERS, DO NOT READ UNTIL YOU HAVE FINISHED BOOK #2***

I asked my readers’ group if they could please review “The Ruthless Boys” if they enjoyed it, and said once we got to 50 reviews, I’d post a new teaser. Well, they killed it! Last I checked, we had 168. I’m seriously blessed to have the kindest, most amazing, most interactive and enthusiastic readers. <3

Thank you so much for the reviews!

THE FOREVER CREW (Adamson All-Boys Academy #3)
(C) C.M. Stunich
(unedited)

Chapter One

Drip, drip, drip.

That’s the sound the blood makes as it slides down the dead student’s arm, a crimson pool forming below the fingers of his outstretched hand. It’s the only noise I can hear above the rushing surge of my pulse and the ragged, frantic inhales of my breath.

“Chuck.”

I turn around and find Spencer standing there, dressed in a black hoodie and smelling like cigarettes.

A black hoodie.

Why the hell is he wearing a black hoodie?!

“I saw you running—” he starts as I scramble away and find my feet. It’s like, way early in the morning, and Spencer is out here smoking? It doesn’t make sense. Add in the black hoodie, and Church with the knife, and … “What the fuck is that?!” He chokes out, pointing behind me in the direction of the shrine.

“I …” There’s not enough time for me to get a single sentence out before two of the killers come crashing through the bushes.

Two killers … and Spencer Hargrove in a hoodie, awake at an hour he never is.

TO BE CONTINUED …

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