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Informationen zum Autor Jessica Burkhart (a.k.a. Jessica Ashley) is the author of the Unicorn Magic, Saddlehill Academy, and Canterwood Crest series, which you can learn more about at CanterwoodCrest.com. She is a former equestrian who writes from her apartment in Tennessee. (It’s not the size of Crystal Castle, but Jess tries to decorate like a princess!) Jess’s aura would be hot pink and she loves glittery things. If she had a unicorn, it would be named Sparkle. Visit Jess at JessicaBurkhart.com. Klappentext Julia and Alison are back and ready to exact revenge . . . and they know exactly who to start with. Leseprobe PLENTY TO PRACTICE CHARM’S HOOVES POUNDED AGAINST THE indoor arena floor and helped drown out my own unwanted thoughts. He gathered himself, surged into the air, and bounded over the vertical with red-and-white-striped poles. We flew by the windows in the arena. Not even a hint of light came through—it was barely five thirty in the morning. I’d been at the stable since four forty-five. My chestnut gelding and I were the only ones here. Monday morning lessons for the advanced team wouldn’t start for another hour or so. My chest tightened at the thought. Callie and Eric would be here soon. I urged Charm to keep up his canter. I didn’t want to think about Callie, the best friend I’d lied to in order to protect her from the truth and had lost anyway. And I couldn’t even begin to think about Eric, my amazing ex-boyfriend who had witnessed something so horrible it had ruined our relationship and any possible chance of us getting back together. I’d barely slept for the past two nights and I was edgy and exhausted—ever since my little white lies had all come crashing down around me at my birthday party on Friday night. Charm and I had been practicing almost nonstop all weekend. It kept me busy and away from my other BFF and roommate Paige, who didn’t believe my story about my initiating the kiss with Jacob. Paige wouldn’t stop asking me about it, so I’d spent as little time in our room as possible all weekend. But on Canterwood Crest Academy’s campus, there were few places to escape. I looked up just as Heather Fox walked into the arena. Heather, the leader of the Trio, was my enemy most of the time, but she’d helped me out the night of the party. I slowed Charm to a trot, then a walk. Heather’s blond hair was pulled into a low ponytail and she had on black yoga pants and a casual T-shirt. She didn’t have a lesson this morning, so why was she here? I stopped Charm in front of her. Heather folded her arms and started at me—her ice-blue eyes seemed to cut right through my thoughts. “What?” I asked her. “ What is that I get hard-core practicing, but you’re being insane. If Mr. Conner caught you jumping alone—you’d be in so much trouble.” “Coming from you ?” I laughed, willing my voice to sound stronger than I felt. “You practice all of the time. You’re here more than anyone. And it’s not like I’m on the cross-country course—I’m in the stable.” Heather made an Are you kidding me? face. I silently agreed—my argument was weak. Heather reached out and rubbed Charm’s blaze. “I’m practicing because I want to. You’re practicing because you’re trying to ignore what happened on Friday.” “Heather, I have nothing to do but ride. Who cares why I’m doing it?” She rolled her eyes. “Oh, puh-lease, Silver. Maybe you’d have more options if you stopped spinning the I-kissed-my-best-friend’s-boyfriend lie. Why aren’t you telling Callie the truth?” “It is the truth,” I lied. “I kissed Jacob. I cheated on Eric. Callie was crazy about Jacob and now she hates me. It is what it is.” Heather stared at me for a long second. Like Paige, she’d known I’d been lying that night. “Don’t make the mistake that I care, becaus...
