Bad, Bad Bluebloods(Rich Boys of Burberry Prep #2) - C.M. Stunich

Break the rich boys.

It’s tricky, but doable.

Jerks like them don’t deserve to rule Burberry Prep.

No, Tristan, Zayd, and Creed are going to pay, and I plan to make an example of them.

Then there’s Zack, the varsity football d*ck. Oh, and did I mention a prince just transferred to the academy? Whatever will I do with those two?

Revenge is wicked sweet; I can’t wait for a taste.

***

Defend ourselves against the charity case.

We’re the Idols of the school, the kings of the campus.

Marnye Elizabeth Reed.

That girl is nothing like the ones we’re used to. We just can’t decide if we hate her … or love her.

She might come from nothing, but she sure is determined to stir up something at the academy.

She says she’ll meet our challenge dead-on; we’ll make sure she regrets that.

Table of Contents Table of Contents

Front Matter Title Page

Dedication

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Author's Note

Map of Royal Pointe

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Epilogue

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Bad, Bad BlueBloods

Bad, Bad BlueBloods © C.M. Stunich 2019

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Author's Note

***Possible Spoilers***

Bad, Bad Bluebloods is a reverse harem, high school bully romance, and the sequel to Filthy Rich Boys. What does that mean exactly? It means our female main character, Marnye Reed, will end up with at least three love interests by the end of the series. It also means that for a good portion of this book, the love interests and the main character are at each other’s throats. This book in no way condones revenge plots, nor does it romanticize them. If the love interests in this story want to win the main character over, they’ll have to change their ways, accept her revenge, and embrace her forgiveness.

Karma is a bitch, especially when it comes in the form of Marnye Reed.

Any kissing/sexual scenes featuring Marnye are consensual. This book might be about high school students, but it is not what I would consider young adult. The characters are brutal, the emotions real, the f-word in prolific use. There’s some underage drinking, sexual situations, mentions of past suicide attempts, and other adult scenarios.

None of the main characters is under the age of sixteen. This series will have a happy ending in the fourth and final book.

READING ORDER:

Rich Boys of Burberry Prep Series

Filthy Rich Boys

Bad, Bad Bluebloods

The Envy of Idols

In the Arms of the Elite

There are flames dancing across the water.

How that happened, I have no idea. I clutch my fingers to my chest, heart pounding. I almost lost my ability to make music with the harp … forever. This thing with the Idol girls is so much more than just a nasty case of bullying. Everything to do with the Infinity Club is so much darker and more involved than I first thought.

Tristan grits his teeth, his hands curled into fists at his sides. The way he looks at Harper du Pont is terrifying. If I were her, I would leave. Now. But she doesn’t. Instead, she flicks that blue gaze of hers to the right, checking to make sure her cronies are in tow before she launches another attack.

“Whatever you’re thinking about doing right now,” Tristan says, his voice as smooth as silk, “don’t.” His tone hardens on that last syllable, a perfect match to the rage in his face. They saved me, I think, glancing from Tristan to Zayd’s bloody lip to Creed with his arm around Miranda. Zack is standing on the opposite side of the boat,