The Breakup Game Series

Kaitlyn Boyd knows how to be perfect. Perfect daughter. Perfect friend. Perfect future therapist. A high school junior with a five-year plan and zero room for mistakes. All it takes is a few harmless lies. But when her boyfriend Seth walks into her Catholic parents' bedroom past midnight and exposes one of her most vulnerable secrets, Kaitlyn's carefully crafted perfection begins to crack. And Seth won't stop. He drags every lie Kaitlyn has ever told into the light, weaponizing honesty to turn her own small town against her. What started as a breakup has become something far darker.

"You!" The words rang out in her own home. "You are Satan himself. Impure, twisted filth." Telling the truth cost Kaitlyn Boyd her world. Her mother gave her five minutes to pack. Her friends ditched her. Her name is a punchline across social media. The only place she can find peace is a dusty church closet, and the only person still by her side is her loyal little brother. But Kaitlyn's confession earned her ex's respect.

Kaitlyn Boyd’s new pastime is pulling her hair out in fistfuls. Her home is WanderHome, the treatment center she once dreamed of working at. The place that now confiscates her shoelaces and won't trust her with her own toothbrush. Her therapist wants her to say that she’s the victim of what happened that night. But Kaitlyn knows exactly who’s responsible. She’s at fault. She’s the devil. That’s when Seth Coleman breaks past her doorway, reeling her back, tempting her with the one thing she needs to make everything okay…the location of her missing sister. The sister she shattered.

"I discovered I was God at the age of six." Before Kaitlyn Boyd. Before the cult. Before the queen. Came the trailer park. Seth Coleman is just a little boy on a camper roof with "Loco Lauren," a girl who throws rocks at him until his shin dents, flicks his eyeball when she gets bored, and pins him down until her lice migrate to his scalp. He adores her. Then she asks him to play a game. "Ever played God?" And his universe becomes clear. His hidden deity awakens. Unable to go back to sleep.

“I needed to marry a saint.”Esther dances in her bedroom to wedding music, clutching a printed picture of Saint George. Praying for the love of a dragon slayer.She’s the quiet one at the edge of the frame. The girl who slides her sketches across the table for a boy's approval. The girl...