Dream Prep Academy Bundle

THE DREAM JOB
I’m the senior who attends an exclusive private school for free because my dad is a teacher. I’m ready for a drama free year when a new student starts attending Dream Prep Academy. I’m offered a job guiding Milo around school and I jump at the opportunity because his mom can give me a recommendation for my dream internship.

Milo and I joke I’m paid to date him, and soon everyone believes it’s true. But I cross the professional line when my feelings turn all too real and threaten my chance at the internship. But the joke is on me when my dream job is staring me in the face. Will I see what is right in front of me in time or will I wreck any chance I have of a dream come true?

THE DREAM CRUSH
When I land my dream crush, someone will be crushed. Will it be me?

I’m a scholarship student at the fancy Dream Prep Academy, and I have a secret crush on Case, the wealthy and playful student who loves peanuts – something I’m allergic to. I’m paired with Case for a horror film project, and to my surprise, he starts to show an interest in me. As our relationship blossoms, my childhood best friend confesses his true feelings for me. My dating life gets messy as I’m sandwiched between my new boyfriend and my best friend. Someone is bound to be crushed. Will I get a happy ending, or will my story resemble a horror movie?

THE DREAM CHRISTMAS
Christmas is a time for second chances, or is it? I’m not ready for the ghost of Christmas past to visit me.

“I’ll be back.” Those were Jayden’s famous last words after he kissed me and then ghosted me. For the last year I’ve been sneakier than Santa and have avoided my ex-boyfriend. But now Jayden’s back and volunteering at the ice cream store with me for the holidays.

Jayden wants a second chance at friendship, but how do I give the guy who shrunk my heart to Grinch size another chance? My feelings are as tangled as a ball of Christmas lights, especially when Jayden’s ex-girlfriend and my own insecurities are ready to have an epic snowball fight with me.

THE SWEET DREAM
Cody Thompson is off-limits to me.

1. My friend Grace has a crush on him.
2. He’s the breakout male model of the year and a paparazzi magnet.
3. I hate being in front of cameras.

Now, Cody and I are paired for a portrait project in photography class. This gives me a chance to be a sweet friend and help Grace get a date to prom with him. But things turn sour.

Why? Because we fall for each other. But caring for Cody means being shoved in the limelight and facing my fears.

When a photo I take of Cody is leaked to the media, along with the secret which could destroy his career, I’m blamed. Cody may be off-limits, but I’m going to test the limits. How far will I go to prove my love?

THE ROYAL DREAM
He calls me princess, but it turns out he's a real prince.

I’m heiress to a family business with strict expectations. Dating the son of our head gardener is not one of them. Instead, Mathias and I settle for a secret friendship.
Our dating problems should be solved when Mathias discovers he’s the prince of a small country. In a twist of fate, I’m the commoner not good enough for him. Mathias now has family expectations which exclude me.

Will either of us be able to defy our families or will we always be star-crossed lovers destined never to be together?

THE DREAM SUMMER
I’m Bianca, the queen bee of Dream Prep Academy. The popular girl. The daughter of a billionaire. I’m ready for a dream summer after my senior year. But before I graduate, I prank the guy who humiliated me our freshman year. The one guy I can’t stand.

Case is the school prankster, and he’s about to get a taste of his own medicine. Except the prank backfires, and Case and I become the owners of a private island with a rundown house. Our punishment is to spend the summer fixing up the house. We need to sell it and earn back what we owe my dad.

It’s not my dream summer as we stay in a tiny cabin and pranks abound. We make a bet, and if someone leaves the island, the winner keeps the profit. But as house walls are torn down, so are the walls between us. We start to have fun, and the summer turns into something more. But I can’t help wondering if Case is playing me like he did our freshman year. Or is this the start of something wonderful?

THE DREAM SUMMER
Senior prom should be the crowning glory of my school year. The epic end to my rule at this school. The final notch of accolades bestowed upon me.

Prom queen.

But the thing is…I no longer want it.

I may be the most popular girl at Dream Prep Academy and classmates vie for the chance to be near me. I may wear an exclusive dress by a famous designer and sparkle with jewelry which should have its own security guard. I may be the daughter of a billionaire. But none of that means I should be prom queen.

“Your Dream Prep Academy senior prom queen is…” Ms. Harnett, the drama teacher, pauses for effect.
I curl my toes in my expensive heels and my chest tightens. It was humiliating to not be crowned homecoming queen at the beginning of the year when I thought it was guaranteed, but it’ll be even more humiliating to be prom queen. It’ll be pity votes because I wasn’t voted homecoming queen.

I also don’t have a date for prom. It’s not like I didn’t have options. Plenty of guys wanted to ask me, but only a couple were brave enough to try. But I didn’t want an evening of forced conversation and awkward dancing. Now classmates say attending prom dateless is the new trend, started by me.

It’s humiliating.

I no longer desire to be queen. But I should want to be prom queen…shouldn’t I?

After all, I am -

“Bianca Jameson,” Ms. Harnett loudly exclaims.

I’m humiliated.

But I will still face the music. I have a role to play. Everyone expects me to be the queen bee of the school, the popular girl, the head cheerleader, the hot girl every guy wants to date, the billionaire’s daughter, and now - senior prom queen. I straighten my shoulders, plaster on a fake smile, grip the skirt of my dress in my hands, and climb the stairs to the stage in the glamorous white party tent erected on the Dream Prep Academy lawn.

Rumor, gossip, and attention tend to follow in my wake. I will deliver and not let my classmates down. Their queen has arrived.

“Congratulations,” Ms. Harnett says with a wide smile.
Ms. Harnett places the delicate tiara on my head, and I face my senior classmates as they applaud. They force the clapping as much as I force my smile. I should have ditched prom, but on the bright side, it can’t get any worse than this.

“You get to crown the king.” Ms. Harnett hands over a large golden crown.

Distracted, I examine the king’s crown as Ms. Harnett continues with the prom festivities. It’s not a spraypainted cardboard crown or a gaudy one with furry trim. It’s a nice-looking metal crown. Dream Prep Academy does not skimp on the senior prom, especially when the students’ families have spent a fortune the last seven years for their children to attend the most exclusive prep school in the nation. I rub my fingers over the shiny metal wishing I were anywhere but here. I’d even take a deserted island. A deserted island with my nemesis.

“And your Dream Prep Academy senior prom king is…”

While there’s another pause for suspense, I scan the crowd below me. The guy I dated nearly all junior year, Jayden, stands with his girlfriend, Linnea, at the edge of the crowd. Jayden and I were the “it” couple. The head cheerleader and star soccer player. The daughter of a billionaire and the son of a professional basketball player. We were the epitome of a high school couple.
Jayden and Linnea don’t have the same “wow” factor as a couple, but they are smitten with each other. I can at least take some joy in knowing my breakup with Jayden brought them together. Jayden hated me for a long time after I broke up with him, but Linnea helped encourage him to forgive me. I can’t say my mom is pleased I’m friends with my ex-boyfriend’s girlfriend. She also wasn’t pleased I broke up with Jayden, but it wasn’t fair to stay with him when I didn’t love him.
My eyes land on someone who displeases me far more than I’ve been displeasing my mom lately.

“Case Palmer,” Ms. Harnett announces.

“Wait.” I jerk my chin to Ms. Harnett. “Who?”

My question is drowned in the cheers and applause from the crowd. They’re ecstatic Case is prom king. I’m not. I thought it was humiliating to be named prom queen, but to have Case named prom king alongside of me is the worst.

Case jabs his hands in the air and does some horrible slide dance to the staircase, but everyone eats it up. He then runs up the stairs and across the stage, all to thunderous applause and whoops of praise. Case loves to be the center of attention and seeks it out. I shouldn’t be surprised he’s prom king.

I seethe with anger. I don’t want to be on stage with Case. I don’t want to crown him, but I have to.

“Congratulations.” I grind my teeth together as I force a smile.

“Ice queen Bianca.” Case dips into an exaggerated bow which instigates another round of whoops and riotous applause. “You get an actual crown for your title.”

I keep the fake smile on my face but think about smacking the smile off Case’s. He always calls me ice queen, but to be fair, I live up to the title around him. I would freeze him out of my life if I could.

“King Case,” I say after he stands. “I thought they’d have a jester’s cap instead of a crown for you.”

“Ah ha,” Case deadpans.

Case is the school jokester who does things for laughs and publishes it all to his social media channels which are titled “The Case Files”. I was once the unaware recipient of a joke, except I thought it was real, and Case made me look like a fool. Since that day our freshman year, he’s on my most hated list.

“It seems only right the queen bee of the school gets to be prom queen,” Case says. For a second, I think his smile is sincere, but then it morphs into a sly smirk.

“Lucky me,” I say sarcastically.

“I’m the lucky one to be crowned by you,” Case says as I place the crown on his head. He flinches when I press it on a little tighter than necessary.

“It’s time for the king and queen to dance,” Ms. Harnett says.

He humiliated me, and it’s payback time.

Case holds his hand out to me, and I’ll admit he looks handsome tonight. He would fit on a red carpet with well-dressed celebrities. His black tuxedo fits his toned body like it was custom made, which it probably was. His short dark blonde hair is styled into place, and he has a shadow of facial hair which gives him a hint of sexiness. His light brown eyes twinkle with mischief, which reminds me how much I don’t like him.

Instead of taking Case’s hand, I walk by with my head held high. I gather up my skirt and walk down the stairs as Case follows. The crowd parts for me as I make my way to the middle of the dance floor. They act like I’m real royalty. Case continues to follow.

Glittering chandeliers hang from the ceiling of the pitched tent and a wood floor has been installed to dance on. There’s a magical air about the venue, but it feels like a dungeon to me. Once I reach the middle of the dance floor, I pause. But I don’t stop.

“Bianca!” Case calls after me. “We’re supposed to dance.”

I keep walking with my head held high. No one tries to stop me or talk me out of this. They only move to the side and leave me a clear path to the door. They’re all afraid of the queen bee. Afraid of Bianca Jameson, the billionaire’s daughter.

“Bianca!” Case yells one more time.

I won’t dance with the guy I hate. The guy who humiliated me at a dance nearly four years ago.
I hold back tears the entire way to the waiting car. No one sees me cry. Ever.

When I’m alone in the backseat of the car, I let one tear roll down my cheek. I swipe it away with a new determination. I’ll give Case a taste of his own joke before we graduate.

I’ll get him back.