RELEASE BLITZ WITH EXCERPT: The Secrets of Clarence Manor by Devney Perry
THE SECRETS OF CLARENCE MANOR, an elite university, billionaire, new adult romance from #1 New York Times Bestselling Author, Devney Perry, is available now!
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Aston University might be teeming with prestigious and wealthy students, but the currency on campus isn’t their millions. It’s their secrets…
An elite university, billionaire, new adult romance from #1 New York Times bestselling author, Devney Perry, for fans of Gossip Girl and We Were Liars.
Aston University might be teeming with prestigious and wealthy students, but the currency on campus isn’t their millions. It’s their secrets. And the three women living at Clarence Manor are filthy rich.
Cassia came to Aston to escape the demons of her past.
Elora pretends to be an ice princess to guard a shattered spirit.
Ivy disguises the pain of her mistakes with a beautiful mask.
Maybe they could have kept the skeletons in their closets neatly tucked away, except love has a way of lifting the veil. And as each woman meets a man determined to win her heart, there’s no such thing as a buried secret.
Who’s hiding the ugliest truths?
Step through the gates of Clarence Manor and judge for yourself.
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EXCERPT:
CHAPTER 1
Cassia
Clarence Manor.
The title was etched into a pillar at the gated entrance.
“This can’t be it.” I checked the map on my phone for the tenth time.
According to the little blue dot on the screen, I’d arrived at my new address. Except this couldn’t be the house, because it wasn’t a house. It was a manor.
Clarence Manor.
Beyond the iron bars, a two-story red-brick building stood proudly at the end of a narrow lane. White windows of varying shapes from rectangles to ovals shined under the August sun. Round columns bracketed the entrance, and in the center of the driveway, water bubbled from a statue fountain.
There wasn’t a chance in hell I was at the right place. People who owned Federalist-style manors didn’t rent out rooms for four hundred dollars a month.
Of course I was lost. That was the theme of my life at the moment.
Lost. Weary. Alone.
“Damn it.” I’d been driving for nine hours, and all I wanted to do was collapse. To unpack and sleep for the rest of the weekend.
My clothes were rumpled. The makeup I’d swiped on this morning had melted off my face. The air-conditioning in my car had crapped out three hundred miles ago, and even with the windows down, the air was hot and stuffy. My body felt sticky, and I was desperate for a cool shower. But for that to happen, I needed to find my rental.
I opened the text from my landlord-slash-roommate and reentered the address Ivy had given me into the GPS. Twice. Both times, the blue dot didn’t move.
“Um, okay. Now what?” My gaze swung to the post and keypad beside my open window. “What are the chances this gate code works?”
Somewhere inside the manor, there was likely a security guard watching me on a video monitor. And he or she was having a good laugh at the strange woman with unusual hair in a hunk-of-junk car, talking to herself.
“Maybe I should wave before trying the code,” I murmured. Again, to no one.
Talking to myself was my latest habit. But I didn’t have anyone else—the person I needed to talk to was dead.
Stretching an arm through the window, I punched the numbers that Ivy had sent with the address into the keypad. I’d assumed the gate code would be for an apartment complex or a campus neighborhood full of tiny homes crowded with college students.
My mouth fell open as the creak of metal rent the air and the iron gates swung open.
“Seriously?” So I wasn’t lost. “Huh.”
I didn’t have the energy for a fist pump. Instead, I lifted my foot off the brake and eased down the lane.
Green manicured lawns stretched beyond the driveway. Elm trees and evergreen shrubs hugged the fence line. At the corner of the property, a gardener tended to a flower bed.
With every turn of my tires, it felt as if I was driving into an unknown realm. The world of the wealthy. I’d never felt so poor in my life.
About Devney Perry:
Devney Perry is a Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author of over forty romance novels. After working in the technology industry for a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to pursue her passion for writing. She was born and raised in Montana and now lives in Washington with her husband and two sons.
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