In which I break from writing romance briefly to republish Hickey of the Beast, my YA fantasy:

I grew up as a faculty brat at a number of boarding schools, then went to one myself, and ten years later was like “but what if also weird magic stuff?”

There’s a fair amount of cursing. I guarantee you it’s not as much as most actual high-school students do–highlights of my tenth-grade common room included composing an obscene version of a pep rally cheer, based largely on the phonetic similarities between “Andover” and “Bend Over”–but fair warning. 🙂