They call him the Ice King.
Do I choose the future I always wanted for myself? Or do I choose the Blueblood whose kisses are as Brutal as his love?.
And soon I find myself with an impossible choice.
Owen wants me, and he\'ll stop at nothing to have me.
But little do I know that I\'ve awakened an obsession in Owen that will soon outgrow the halls of Pembroke Prep and spill over into the real world.
Pride stinging, I vow to focus only on myself and my future in publishing.
None at all.
It\'s also the night when I discovered that after three years of sharing classes and even friends, Owen still has no idea who I am. until that night we taste each other\'s kiss for the first time, and I learned what hot hungers the Ice King keeps hidden from public view. . .
Until that night in Ibiza .
The poor girl.
The scholarship girl.
I\'ve been secretly in love with him for years, knowing there\'s no way he could ever notice me.
Owen Montgomery is arrogant and unfeeling-with cold, haughty manners and a British accent sharper than any knife.
They call him the Ice King
