S.J. Sylvis

Aasher Matthews incarne tout ce que je déteste, avec son sourire narquois et sa manière de se prendre pour le roi du monde. Pour couronner le tout, il...

After Wren Davis puts my dreams of the NHL in jeopardy, I vow to make her life hell if she ever comes near me again. But she’s my best friend’s foster sister, and even though they don’t live together anymore, their bond is still tight, which makes avoiding each other extra difficult....

He's the hottest hockey player in the nation, and I just agreed to be his fake girlfriend....

A forbidden and edgy boarding school romance set in a deliciously dark world where the bad boy gets the good girl even when she's off-limits. Gemma: We were from two completely different worlds: I was molded to follow the rules; I was the good girl living the sheltered life at St. Mary's...

Isaiah: We couldn't have been more opposite. I was molded to break the rules. My life was seeded in corruption at St. Mary's Boarding School. Fate brought us together, and we formed a plan. I gave her that taste of rebellion, and she became mine. She was my kryptonite. I was her escape, and her...

Impossible d’ignorer Theo Brooks. Avec son sourire en coin, ses abdos en béton et son statut de star du hockey, il est aussi le plus arrogant des sportifs...

I never would have moved to Chicago, if I had known he would be there. Moving to a brand new city to share an apartment with my older brother was bad enough.

L’auteure à succès distinguée par USA Today, SJ Sylvis, revient avec cette toute nouvelle campus hockey romance new adult ! Ford Collins est le meilleur...

Je reconnais les contours familiers de la bâtisse d'English Prep. Rien n'a vraiment changé. La façade couverte de lierre, les vieilles portes en fer forgé, les gargouilles de pierre.

I swore off men the second I trusted the wrong guy and ended up pregnant by a wealthy playboy. I was ready to prove I didn't need him--or anyone else.

I’ve been making rational decisions my entire life. If someone is in need, I’m there. My Nana needs help with the bills? I’ll drop out of art school and secure a well-paying job. Someone needs the shirt off my back? They can have mine.

There's nothing wrong with playing the game--except when you know you're about to lose. As a little girl, I dreamed of becoming many things. A twenty-five-year-old photographer struggling to make ends meet with a mountain of legal fees wasn't one of them.

English Prep stands tall with its ivy-covered exterior and old, wrought-iron doors. The stone gargoyles sit at the school's entrance, knowing just as much as anyone: I don't belong. Once upon a time, I did. I belonged in the "it" crowd with all the other well-endowed kids, but now, I am no...

As the number one quarterback in college football, my only dream is to make it to pro. My richer-than-sin parents have a different goal. Their plan is for me to score a trophy wife whose trust fund can hold its own against mine, then join the family empire after graduation.

Ford Collins is my brother's best friend and Bexley U's favorite defender on the ice. Unfortunately, he feels the need to block much more than the puck.

English Prep has always been known for housing the most uppity, privileged rich kids in all of Pike Valley. That is what has been driven into my brain since attending the opposing prep academy in the area since middle school. So when I am hastily pulled out of Wellington Prep and thrown into...

On m'a arrachée à Wellington Prep sans prévenir, comme si ma vie pouvait être déplacée d'un lycée élitiste à un autre d'un simple claquement de doigts. Notre histoire n'a rien d'innocent, et surtout rien d'achevé.

Spending my summer at St. Mary's Boarding School isn't the same without my friends. I knew it wouldn't be. What I don't expect is to see her again. Isla Ransford. The last time I saw Isla, I gave her one rule to follow: become invisible.

He's my best friend's brother, and he's completely deranged. Dark, disturbed, and hell-bent on making my life as his new tutor an actual living nightmare, he's the enemy I should shy away from....

Several months ago, I was the queen of English Prep. The boys stopped in their tracks at the sight of my too-short plaid skirt, and the girls cowered behind their locker doors, envious of me ruling the halls with the most desired boy by my side. But the thing about queens? They often fall to...