USA Today Bestselling author, Rachel Angel writes stories about Strong Feisty Women and the men they tame and RH, Bully Romances, Dark Romances, and sexy books.
Bullies, Bad Boys, Billionaires, Enemies to Lovers, and more!
She is also the edgy, darker pen name who purposely writes boundary-expanding styles (in Contemporary Romance) for a million-selling YA author, who is a prolific producer, award-winning filmmaker, and former model (signed by top agency, Otto Models).
Bad Boy Royals of Kingsbury Prep
I didn't asked to go to Kingsbury Prep. My little sister secretly sent in an application.
I know I am nowhere near the ideal student for Kingsbury Prep.
But I won't be pushed out of anywhere just because three spoiled brats known as the Royals deemed it soLiving on the streets, managing to go to school, work part-time at any odd job to take care of my sister taught me how to fight.
And dream of a better life.
I won't let them take away that dream for my sister. I won't let them win.
They declared war on me and the whole school is game.
Well, boys...you're in for a ride. Because you picked on the wrong girl. I'm capable of anything your royal butts can't even imagine. I don't play games. Life is tough enough already. But since you started it, watch your backs because I'm not called Tempest for nothing.
Cruel Princes of Wyvern All-Boys Academy
Call me Allotrope...Ally for short. When I received a royal decree from Queen Jade of the Emerald Realms to attend school at Wyvern School for Boys, I thought it was a prank pulled by my friend William who apprentices with me at the Blacksmith. There was no way I could attend such an elite school just for kings-to-be.
But it was a Royal Decree, and if I don't obey the Decree, there was a threat of death to me and to all I hold dear, which probably means William and his parents, Bilbo and Kate, the blacksmith and his wife, the alchemist, whom had let me stayed with them since I became an orphan.
To keep them safe. To keep me from losing my head, I packed up what little belongings I had and enrolled at Wyvern School for Boys.
Everything at Wyvern School for Boys was meant to intimidate. Being the only girl at a school of incredibly handsome boys, especially the Four Princes, was intimidating.
Not to mention the cutthroat competition that literally cuts students from the school.
I'm stuck in a hard place...either get killed by defying the Royal Decree and also get everyone I cared for, killed. Or stick it out at Wyvern School for Boys, despite all the bullying and cutthroat games Wyvern has in store for me.
Of course, there is no choice...I must survive Wyvern School for Boys, or die trying.
Did I mention this is a school for Dragons, too? I just have to watch out for the fire.
Fallen Fae Academy
"At Fallen Fae Academy, the magic will either complete you or kill you."
My name is Harley, as in Harlequin. Plucked from my home from Las Vegas, NV, and placed into an University on an arts scholarship, suddenly I am the girl the four hottest and most popular boys have decided to "initiate".
This is no ordinary "hazing" ritual, and these boys are no ordinary boys.
This mysterious University looks like any ivy league campus, but it isn't. Step in and you are transported beyond your wildest imagination. I should be ecstatic being here. Except surviving "Initiation" is going to take everything I've got.
Don't let the beauty of the four fae boys fool you. They are as dangerous as they are beautiful. And underneath everything, runs a deep secret. One I need to find out before Initiation kills me.
They think a human is weak. They think I shouldn't be at this university. I'm about to prove them wrong.
With a name like Heartbreak Falls, one didn't expect to find love at the new town I had moved to courtesy of my new stepfamily aka Mom's new husband and his sons.
Something was up with my new rich stepfather, his sons, and what happened to their last stepmother. Something was up with the entire town, which my stepfamily seem to run. Along with the school where my stepbrothers reigned as cruel princes. All 3 of them were known as The Heartbreakers. Two were twins and my age, and then there was Tristan, the oldest. Gorgeous but god-awful hateful to me. What was up?
I was about to find out...if I lived long enough.
Kingmakers of Kingsbury
Violet Kingsbury was born to be a kingmaker.
In a time when wars were common and thrones were fought after,
the only name that could bring about peace...the only man that could trump the decrees of kings was Kingsbury. The Kingmaker.
But when the legendary Kingmaker is disposed, and the time of the Choosing has come, can the daughter of The Kingmaker rise to take the place of her father?
She is about to find out as the strongest, most capable, and most legendary princes across the lands come to challenge her for the Choosing.
Becoming Kingmaker, even as The Kingmaker's daughter, will not be easy in a male world where ladies were supposed to be damsels who needed saving.
To become Kingmaker, Violet will prove to all, especially the princes, that she's here to stay, and will be the one doing the saving.
The House Series
It was his last will and testament.
For one week, four of us was to live together. Play nice to each other like we used to when we were kids.
Seb, Thomas, Ashford and me.
Three of Mr. Keystone's sons and me, the maid's daughter.
All those years, the three sons bullied and ridiculed me because I was the maid's daughter.
So, why was I back? Why did I cared to be in the same house as those three tormentors?
Because I was in Mr. Keystone's will.
He had always been kind to me, even if his sons weren't, so I could only honor his wishes. And he was like a father to me, and didn't treat me like the maid's daughter. But as soon as I could, I left to go to college. Two years ago. Meanwhile, the boys went their separate ways, too. Estranged from each other.
So why was I here having to live in the same house with his sons for a week?
I don't know, but I'm about to find out, even if it meant my old adolescent feelings for all three of them might surface again. And if being in the mansion we called a house together might jog some memories of the wild nights we've had here.
It's just one week. I could survive that. Or could I?