Twenty-five thousand dollars to let some entitled, rich guy boss me around for a month? Sign. Me. Up. Most days, I did that for free and called it being female. But it turns out the rumors circulating campus are true. A secret society wants to pay me for their privilege. Life has thrown me nothing but lemons since I lost my father. Crippling student loans. Unpaid medical bills. Overdue rent. Enter The Quest, the solution to all my problems.

Growing up, Wilder Ashburn was the hero I worshipped. I was the pigtailed pest who never left him alone. Everything changed the day I gave him a poem. For the first time, he saw me...And then he reached for his guitar. From that moment on, we were entangled. Bound by music and a shared dream. Along the way, we made vows: To always stay the same, To never let anything come between us, And above all, to never, ever fall in love.

My life was normal. Just my mom and I, living in a small town on the East Coast. The eve of my twenty first birthday, it all changed. A father I have never known returned and took me away from all I knew. Trapped and tortured. Destined for something I knew nothing about. Little did I know, my entire life, I’d been haunted by the devil himself. He was always watching and waiting. As leader of an infamous cult in our area, this is no longer a haunting. He is here. And I’m terrified.

Waverly has found an amazing friend in the online book community. Her passion for books overflowed into her small, indie bookstore Lovelorn Books. Now she finally gets to meet her favorite dark romance author in person. Nothing can prepare her for the shock that is coming. Ex-government agent G. Barlowe is usually a calm man. Since the owner of LoveLorn Books popped up in his newsfeed he has become obsessed. The persona he has created has enabled him inside information to the way her mind works.

The last time I spoke was eight years ago when my best friend tried to kill me. I never dreamed my silence would break with a scream. Being sent to Chapel Crest after my new stepfather deemed me a heathen seemed like a blessing compared to staying with him and my mom. I was a mute demon in his eyes, and when the rod didn’t beat the evil out of me, he prayed Chapel Crest could. I envisioned the religious academy would become my sanctuary. I was wrong. So very wrong. Chapel Crest was an asylum moonlighting as a religious school.