You need a keeper, Elsa. The first time I laid eyes on the delicious mountain of a man, Lachlan “Lock” Kelly, he walked out of the room without giving me a single glance. You’re in trouble now. It’s my junior year at Savage U and life is grand. Except for the fact that Lachlan Kelly lives right next door, he acts like he doesn’t know my name, and he barely acknowledges my existence. I don’t get it. How can he so easily look away from me when he’s all I see? The ice queen is melting… A few angry frat boys and their arm candy make it their mission to ruin my semester and possibly my life. But I show those boys that messing with Elena Sanderson is a fatal mistake, and Lachlan surprisingly backs me up. And when he finally gives me his attention, I greedily soak up everything he has to offer. You’re arsenic-laced candy Lachlan tells me I’m bad for him, but he can’t resist the pull between us anymore. I don’t break things. I know he’s not staying. When he goes, he’ll leave me tangled up in memories. I won’t play games. His promises have a time limit, even though I’m beginning to wish they didn’t. Even if it hurts… We were over before we ever began. (Author's note: Sweet Like Poison contains dark themes and mature content, including mentions of past assault. Please read the full content warning inside the book.)

I have one simple rule: no boyfriends until graduation. I’m too close to my goal of landing a full ride to college to get distracted now. Besides, I blend in better at the skate park than I do in the hallowed halls of Savage Academy, boarding school for the rich and overprivileged, so staying away from guys hasn’t been a problem… Until him. Beckett Savage. Coldly handsome. Forever brooding. I thought he hated me. His attempt to get me expelled two years ago would leave that impression on anyone. But lately, Beckett isn’t acting like he hates me. He’s watching me with his icy blue eyes, showing up everywhere I go, and getting between me and any other guy who dares to look at me. When he lets me see beneath his untouchable veneer, I’m shocked at what I find. Suddenly, my one simple rule is becoming complicated. Giving in to my feelings for Beckett Savage could either be the beginning of something great…or the end of everything I’ve worked for.

\\\This is a special edition paperback of These Two Wrongs\\\ The universe must really hate me. Rhys Astor, the guy with a deadly smirk and devil-may-care attitude, is the sole witness to one of the most embarrassing moments of my life. But even worse, now he’s suddenly intrigued by me, which is confusing because until now, he couldn’t be bothered to remember my name. Dorothy, Donatella, Danielle…no, it’s Delilah, you unhinged prat. I don’t want his attention. If I had my way, we’d go on avoiding each other for the rest of our lives, but again, the universe is conspiring against me. Rhys is the captain of the fencing team, and I’m the new manager. That means we’re stuck together everyday for practice, tournaments, and long, long bus rides to away matches. Our shared bus rides lead to heated bickering. That bickering leads to hate-kissing…and not-so-hate kissing. And somehow, those few stolen kisses lead to sexy tutoring sessions, where Rhys is an extremely enthusiastic student. He shows me with every single touch, kiss, and whispered word how much he appreciates my rounded curves. And in return, I show him what it means to truly be cared for. But I have a feeling Rhys is hiding something. That his motives might not be what they seem. I’ve never wanted to be wrong about anything more than I do about these nagging suspicions. Because if I’m right, then there’s nothing but heartbreak waiting for me.

\-Rules are my favorite. \-Order relaxes me. \-Tattooed boys with shaggy hair and soulful eyes are strictly off-limits. I’ve recently come to the conclusion I’m bad at boyfriends. But as terrible as I am at choosing them, even I would never consider my sister’s former crush—tall, growly, enigmatic Ivan Sokolov. That’s a line I won’t cross, even if Delilah is way over him. Ivan is just my swim teammate. The guy who walks me to class and shares his playlists. And he’s the person who keeps stealing my study room. Sure, there are others, but room three is mine. Which I let him know, in no uncertain terms. The thing is, Ivan thinks my bluntness is adorable. He’s not scared off by my dozens of questions or need to move. My quirks are cute to him. And I…well, I can’t stop looking at him, even though I shouldn’t. I also can’t resist following him—just a little—to find out his secrets. I know better. Bullies and a life that hasn’t always been kind have toughened me up. I’m a realist and this is black and white. Except when Ivan’s lips touch mine and my orderly world is turned upside down, I suddenly start to see how beautiful gray can be.