Teresa Burman

Every story needs a villain. I need an escape. From the fear. From the pain. From the creeping shadow that’s hung over my life for as long as I can remember. What I don’t need is a husband. Not that my parents want to hear it. Every three years, the young eligible men and women in my community gather in Citrine Cove to party, flirt, and leave the island with a fiancé on their arm. Falling in love optional. The last thing I want is to participate in this sham. Especially not alongside the boy who tricked me. The boy who dumped me. And the boy who tortured me. Love is not in the cards ...