Böcker av Bailey Black

I had a plan. Find the soldier who killed my family and make him pay. It should have been an easy feat. I'd done it over a dozen times, taking out each member of that regiment one by one, but the mission went sideways. It all started with the man in the woods. The one my webs of magic couldn't sense even when he stood before me. Then my partner made a mistake, and now he's lying in one of the Crown's dungeons, fighting for his life. I couldn't leave him to die, but I couldn't just walk into the castle either. Or maybe I could. With the help of some unexpected allies, I entered the Culling-a one-in-a-lifetime chance to become queen. I have no interest in winning the prince's heart or the crown. My only goal is to get into the castle, find my friend, and get out before someone realizes I'm a Cerise. But when the welcome ball turns from a grand event into a nightmarish dance of death, all eyes are on me. As if that's not bad enough, the soldier, the one who took my family, he's here. If you loved "The Selection" by Kiera Cass and "From Blood and Ash" by Jennifer L. Armentrout, get ready to fall in love with this enchanting fantasy romance!

Neverland was a dream and a nightmare. A place I wished on every star to exist, but counted down the days until I could leave.I should be happy Peter brought me home. He gave me back the life that was stolen and set me up for success. And yet, I'm ruining everything. Chasing a high I can never find to see ghosts.When I was there, all I wanted was to leave. Now that I'm gone, I'd give up everything just to go back.Second Star to the Left is the highly anticipated sequel to The Lost Darling.

Second star to the left and continue until morning. I got that line tattooed on my wrist the day I turned twenty-one. So much symbolism in such a simple sentence. At the time, it was a nod to the future and the infinite possibilities to come, while reminding me to remember the past and to look for magic in the world. Growing up, nothing was ever what it seemed. The shift of leaves on a tree was a faery skipping by. Shooting stars were a chance to make wishes. Shadows were souls stuck between this world and the next, mirroring a life they once had. My imagination was limitless, the world a wonderful adventure waiting to unfold. It's easy to lose that sense of wonder with the weight of life on your shoulders and I wanted a reminder to get me through the hard days.Most importantly, it was an ode to the boy who earned the title of my first crush, even if he was animated. Peter Pan wasn't a save the damsel kind of prince. He was daring, and selfless, and took care of the ones he loved. He was a friend to all but never afraid to fight the Pirates when their moral compass broke. Wendy was an idiot for leaving him. She rushed home to a heartless world full of men willing to lie through their teeth to get down her pants. But that's the beauty of a book, the characters are perfectly flawed. Damaged just enough that we still love them. Whereas reality is nothing but empty promises and baggage the size of mountains.The day I got my tattoo I would have given anything to be whisked away into a fairytale. My world was crumbling and all I wanted was to go back to when life was simpler. I didn't realize I had sealed my fate in ink. Branded myself as one of the Lost.Neverland was everything the stories made it out to be. Beautiful. Full of magic. Filled with handsome men and debonair pirates. But the author of my favorite tale left out one crucial detail. In order to get there, you have to die.