reviewers rave about Emma’s HIDDEN series
“A truly fantastic read! Ms. Holly turns the shape-shifting world on their respective ears! . . . 5 of 5 stars!”—badasschicksthatbite.blogspot.com
“I don’t know how Emma Holly does it but I hope she keeps on doing it . . . a smoking HOT read and a great story.”—In My Humble Opinion (inmho-read.blogspot.com)
“Hidden Talents is the perfect package of supes, romance, mystery and HEA!”—paperbackdolls.com
DECEMBER Worth never met a rule she didn’t want to break. Golden-haired and willful, she was the daughter of old money—as unlike her folks as if a pigeon’s egg had been slipped into a swan’s nest. Behaving as a girl of good breeding ought seemed beyond her capacity. December’s mother claimed she was so much trouble they dared not try for a boy to continue the family name. December suspected the real reason lay in her mother’s fondness for keeping her trim figure.
True to her devilish nature, she expressed this opinion whenever her mother expressed hers.
Not surprisingly, December grew up an only child. Her knack for embarrassing her parents got her shipped off to boarding school. There, more rules had an inevitable effect. By her count, she’d run through eleven institutions by the time she was eighteen.
The twelfth was the direst she’d been to yet. Rackham’s School for Young Ladies was in upstate New York, crouched among the hills above a village called Kingaken. Reputed not to refuse any girl who could pay, Rackham’s was a not-quite-crumbling stone fortress: castellated, towered and prohibitively gated with Victorian era iron.
Behind the repressive walls, fifty-eight souls resided. Four were teachers, six were staff, and one was a headmistress. The odds would have been against these few authorities maintaining order, except that the students—who ranged in age from eight to eighteen—were remarkably spiritless. Her first night there, December failed to convince a single girl to escape the dorm with her. She was informed the headmistress had no liquor cabinet to break into, the sleepy village was too far to reach before morning, and in any case the thick woods that clustered about the school were “scary” after dark.