The Spy Goddess Series

Rachel Buchanan, of the Beverly Hills Buchanans, isn’t a bad kid. She’s just a strong willed, stubborn, smart Aleck, who is hanging out with the wrong crowd. Her parents are more concerned with making money and keeping up appearances than raising a daughter. One night, when her friends steal a car and go joyriding, it’s Rachel the cops catch and leave holding the bag.

A juvenile judge doesn’t care that Rachel comes from a wealthy family. Or that her father has a high priced lawyer. She senses Rachel needs help. And the place for her to get that help isn’t juvenile detention, it’s a special school in Pennsylvania called Blackthorn Academy.

The judge gives her a choice a year at Blackthorn or thirty days in Juvenile Detention. She chooses Blackthorn and is shipped off to this unusual boarding school in rural Pennsylvania. And she quickly discovers that this is no ordinary school.

Sure, people are friendly, maybe a little too friendly. And what kind of school teaches you martial arts, microelectronics, criminology and other weird courses. It’s a mystery. And there is a restricted section of the school called ‘Top Floor’ where only certain students are allowed. Not to mention the mysterious and cryptic headmaster, Mr. Kim. Clearly, everything here is not what it seems.

Rachel discovers that her new friends all have unique talents and abilities. And when Mr. Kim goes missing, Rachel must rally her friends to save him from an old and familiar enemy.

And Rachel learns she just might have the most special abilities of all.

Spy Goddess: Live and Let Shop

Book 1 of the Spy Goddess series

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After running into trouble with the law, a teenager with an attitude is sent to a boarding school with a big secret

Even though it wasn’t Rachel’s idea to steal the car, she was happy to go along for the ride. But when her so-called friends bolt as soon as the cops show up, they leave Rachel to take the rap. In court, the judge takes pity on the Beverly Hills bad girl, and offers her a choice: thirty days in juvie, or a year at Blackthorn Academy. Rachel chooses the boarding school. After all, how bad can it be?

Cut into the side of a Pennsylvania mountain, Blackthorn is weirder than Rachel could have ever imagined. The students take tae kwon do instead of gym, there are guardhouses on the edge of campus, and there’s a secret Top Floor that only certain students are allowed to access. Despite Blackthorn’s mysteries, Rachel is starting to fit in.  She likes her roommate and her classmates, and even the all-knowing headmaster, Mr. Kim. But when Mr. Kim disappears, Rachel learns a secret about Blackthorn Academy—and herself—that will change her life forever.

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Spy Goddess: Live and Let Shop is available in the following formats:

ISBN: 9781480457874

January 24, 2006

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Spy Goddess: To Hawaii, with Love

Book 2 of the Spy Goddess series

Rachel and her fellow students head to Hawaii to save the world—and hit the beach

Sentenced by a judge to a year at Blackthorn Academy, Rachel is still getting the hang of boarding school. Her tae kwon do is improving, and her attitude has gotten better, but she’s still a long way from convincing the headmaster to let her join the Top Floor—the school’s secret training program for international superspies. It’s too bad, because there is a supervillain after her, and Rachel is going to need all the training she can get.

Simon Blankenship believes he is the reincarnation of Mithras, an evil Roman god, and that Rachel is a reincarnated goddess and the only thing preventing him from total world domination. When Rachel discovers that Blankenship is recovering ancient artifacts in Hawaii, she’s raring to go—to stop Blankenship and catch some sun. There’s just one problem: Mr. Kim refuses to send Rachel and her classmates into certain danger.  She may not be a full-fledged spy, but Rachel is sneaky enough get her friends to Hawaii.  But with Blankenship tracking their every move, will she be able to get them back home?

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ISBN: 9781480457881

January 2, 2008

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Spy Goddess: The Spy Who Totally Had a Crush on Me

Book 3 of the Spy Goddess series

With a traitor in her midst, Rachel faces losing her life and her heart—all in one semester.

At Blackthorn Academy, a peculiar prep school in the mountains of Pennsylvania, students are concerned with all the usual things: homework, hookups, and how to save the world. For Rachel, studying has taken a backseat to a little problem she’s having with a supervillain named Simon Blankenship, who is convinced that he’s an ancient Roman god and she’s a reincarnated goddess whom he must destroy. They’ve tangled twice before, and Rachel has beaten him narrowly both times, but now Blankenship has done something completely unexpected: He’s stolen an important ancient artifactfrom Blackthorn Academy . . . and disappeared.

She and her fellow spies in training wait for Blankenship to show himself while contemplating the possibility of a turncoat in their midst. And as if that weren’t enough, Rachel must tangle with a different kind of problem: a totally cute new student, whose eyes are just a little too pretty, and who seems to know just a little too much about Rachel and her past. She must decide quickly—is he boyfriend material, or a traitor?

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ISBN: 9781480457898

June 24, 2014


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The End of My Life As I Knew It.

The cop car I rode in the night I got arrested was really clean.

Spotless, almost. So was the station house. It wasn’t like the police stations you see on TV where there are druggies and low-life’s everywhere you look and everything is total chaos. It was pretty quiet, very neat, and there didn’t seem to be much going on. Reminded me of the locker room at Dad’s country club. I guess there’s not a lot of serious crime in Beverly Hills. Except for me of course, Rachel Buchanan, one girl crime wave.

We got caught that night because Boozer made an illegal left turn in the car he’d boosted. Unluckily for us, a cop happened to be driving at exactly the wrong moment. So much of life is just timing.

Boozer is so smooth, he probably could have talked his way out of it, but instead he panicked and took off. So there we were in a high-speed chase. The weird thing was, I thought it was funny. For some reason, when I get scared or nervous or apparently in a high-speed chase I start to laugh. Maybe I’m just a psycho. I’ll get on a roller coaster at Magic Mountain with a drop straight down, and while everyone is screaming at the top of his or her lungs, I’m sitting there laughing like an idiot. It’s this really weird nervous laugh that I can’t stop. I wonder what a shrink would say about that?

Anyway, so Boozer, Jamie and Grego, were scared and screaming the whole time the cop was chasing us, and when Boozer ran the car up on to lawn, they piled out right away and took off running. I was laughing so hard in the back seat that I couldn’t move, and that’s when I ended up getting busted.

The cop ordered me out of the car and asked me what I thought was so funny? Stealing a car and driving it up on somebody’s lawn? And who were my friends and where did they go? And I was in a lot of trouble Missy, make no mistake about it. And blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I couldn’t stop laughing so he hustled me into the back seat and off we went to the station.

I was sitting on a bench outside the interview room, where a detective named Daniels had been asking me all kinds of questions about who took the car. He kept saying and I’d better tell them what they wanted to know or I’ll be in worse trouble. I told him to stuff it because there’s no way I was telling the cops who I was with. So he called my parents and invited them down to spend a little quality time with me at the Beverly Hills PD.

It took about an hour for Dad to show up, of course with the ever-present cell phone glued to his ear. Probably calling Marvin. Marvin is his attorney. Check that. Marvin is more than Dad’s attorney. He’s like my Dad’s most favorite person ever. Dad looks at Marvin and he just sees dollar signs. He just loves Marvin who is quite possibly the most boring human being on the face of the earth. No sign of Mom. Probably at home with her coffee cup full of “medicine.” I bet she was already working the phones in the neighborhood, trying to find out if word had spread about her daughter the criminal, and wondering how she was going to keep this out of the Beverly Hills Gazette.

“Hi Charles! Always nice to see you,” I said. “Mom busy?”

He didn’t even stop to ask if I was okay. He skipped right to the yelling part.

“What were you thinking stealing a car!” he said.

“I didn’t steal anything. I…” As usual he didn’t let me finish.

“Do you have any idea what kind of trouble this can get you into? Do you realize what you’ve put us through?” First of all he interrupted me and secondly when he said ‘us’ I wasn’t sure if he was referring to him and Mom or him and Marvin. Any time he spent having to deal with me, meant less opportunity to make even more zillions of dollars.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” he said.

“I didn’t do anything,” I said. “I was just out with some friends.”

“You mean that bunch of juvenile delinquents?”

“Ouch, Dad, I mean really, that hurts.”

“You think this is funny?” He was getting angrier.

“Well, this part not so much, but the high-speed chase had its moments though.”

“You think you’ve got it all figured out don’t you?” he said.

“This isn’t the first little scrape you’ve been in. Shoplifting, vandalism, and now you’ve graduated to Grand Theft Auto and that’s a felony. You realize you’ll have to appear before a juvenile court judge again?”

“Juvenile court! Again? That’ll be great.” I said. “Maybe you and mom can both make it this time. We’ll pack a lunch and make a day of it!”

“Keep cracking wise, Rachel. You seem to think it’s all a great big joke. Well if you won’t cooperate with the police that’s your problem. No Marvin, no other attorney’s, no help from us. You’re on your own.”

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Spy Goddess: Live and Let Shop is available in the following formats:

ISBN: 9781480457874

January 24, 2006

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