The Final Gambit (The Inheritance Games #3)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“Before things even got romantic? He sent me a book bouquet.” “What’s a book bouquet?” Libby replied. “Exactly!” Max said. “Mother-faxing exactly.”

A DREAM

“Everything hurts.” Only Grayson Hawthorne could say that and still sound utterly bulletproof. “It hurts all the time, Avery, but I know the man I was raised to be.”

I thought about my mom and all the ways we were alike. She’d given me my resilience. My smile. The color of my hair. The tendency to guard my heart—and the ability, once those guards were down, to love fiercely, deeply, unapologetically. Unafraid.