For Ages
12 to 99

How do you unmask your own killer when everyone wants you dead?

"A twisty thriller with a bloody ending you’ll never see coming."—Kelly Coon, author of Gravemaidens

Ruby is a scholarship senior at elite Oleander High School with a chip on her shoulder and an attitude to match—which she puts to good use as the infamous local anonymous gossip blogger ReputationKiller. When she’s outed as the voice behind the account, the entire town turns against her.

But after she’s scared witless by a vision of her own ghost dressed in a blood-splattered prom dress, she is faced with an awful truth. Someone out there doesn’t just hate her—they want her dead.

With less than a week until the prom, Ruby starts investigating. Turns out Oleander Bay isn’t the picture-perfect resort town it appears to be. With so many secrets, scandals, and people hell-bent on covering them up at all costs, the murderer could be anyone. Can Ruby beat the clock counting down to prom—and her death—and survive the night?

An Excerpt fromYou're Dead to Me

Chapter One

Choke

Bennett Library is the perfect place to stalk my next kill: public and full of witnesses. A behemoth of Spanish architecture, Oleander Bay Academy’s crowning jewel looms over me and my best friend, Anton. The stucco walls are bleached bone white under the unrelenting Florida sun. Heat rises off the pavement, making the entire building look like it’s underwater.

I’d rather be underwater right now. I swear, it’s one hundred degrees out here. A few straggler students inch their way toward the classroom buildings at a pace that would make a sloth look fast. It’s so quiet, I can hear Anton breathing beside me.

“We have fifty minutes until this period ends,” I say. “Walk faster, please?” I’m anxious to get inside the air-conditioned library before I faint dead away. May through September in Florida is miserable, like living on the surface of the sun.

Anton huffs out a breath and readjusts the handheld fan he’s always carrying, so it’s aimed at his underarms. “Uh, no way, Ruby. Speed equals sweat, and sweat equals stinky pits. I’m…

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