Games Untold: An Inheritance Games Collection

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

I’d never smiled like this before I’d met him—the kind of smile that tore across my face and sent a ripple of energy surging through my body.

I was a master at being alone—but not lonely.

Kaylie had been born dancing on tables and shouting her joy to the moon—and sometimes her fury, too.

even a broken clock was right twice a day.

I didn’t have any magic. I was unremarkable. I was nothing. Why wouldn’t he just let me be nothing?

This was worse, so much worse than being kissed—because I believed him.

Me and the rich boy who’d killed my sister and didn’t even know it.

“I don’t mind being someone’s dirty little secret, as long as it’s yours.”

And I probably shouldn’t even be looking at those amber-and-mahogany eyes of his, because even the daydreamer in me knows that steady and gentle and good would never be interested in me.

I have a history of bad decision-making—VERY BAD DECISION-MAKING—when it comes to men.

Mr. Motorcycle Cowboy has never worried about being normal or tried to be special. Unlike his brothers, this man has never in his life dared someone to lick a Picasso.

But eventually, my brain starts to play a little game called What If He Takes Off His Shirt?

Nash Hawthorne could walk through fire without batting an eye. If an earthquake hit, and the ground beneath him cracked, he’d just shift his weight and wait for the aftershock to pass.

Thea did not see the tackle coming. No one ever expected a Xander Inquisition.

when Jameson was hurting, he wanted to hurt more. To prove that he could.

“Scones are like muffins that got confused.”

The trick to being nearly naked on the side of the road was the same as arriving to a party overdressed: Simply behave as though you and only you were appropriately clothed.

Nothing said persuasion like a projectile thrown with love.