British boarding schools aren’t for the weak. According to the Kings of Mercia Academy…they aren’t for Americans, either.
Blake, Edward, and Henry rule my new school. They’re aristocratic. Old money. Brutal as hell. They’ll do whatever it takes to break my spirit and make me leave.
If I survive Mercia, I’ll get a free ride to college. My future will be set. My past will be forgotten.
All I have to do is survive their dirty tricks. Their dangerous games. Their seductive kisses.
They’ve opened hunting season and put a target on my back. What they don’t know is that one day, the prey will become the hunter.
Mercia Academy – it ain’t no cup of tea.