These men killed mine, and for that, they have to die Bristlebrook is up in smoke, my brutes are dead, and Sam’s camp is a powder keg begging for a flame. Injured and furious over their losses, the surviving hunters are preoccupied with their own problems. Their factions and allegiances. Their internal wars and pissing contests. The new world they want to forge. They don’t look twice at their meek little captive. They shattered my heart five ways when they killed my brutes, so I don’t care anymore. If I’m to stop the villains, I need to become one. I need to be smart. I need to be ruthless. Even if it means razing myself to the ground to do it . . . We’re bringing her home, or we’re not coming home They took our librarian from right under our noses—and with Lucky injured, Bristlebrook in flames, and our personal problems finally spilling over, we’re fracturing. But we need to be better. Bringing Eden home is the most important mission of our lives. Followed closely by the second most important . . . building her a home worth returning to. \\\*The Brutes of Bristlebrook is a dark(ish) post-apocalyptic, steamy romance series, and Eden will end up with three or more love interests after I’ve appropriately obliterated my readers’ nerves. Expect complex characters, 1st person present tense, multiple POVs, MM in the harem, angst, lots of laughs, and to encounter material that some readers may find sensitive. This book is a big boy at over 180k words and deals with a lot of heavy content. I promise it gets brighter as it goes on (you know... mostly). Please see my website for TWs - your mental health matters.

Outclassed. Outplayed. Outmatched. After our humiliating defeat at Cyanide, Alastair left us shamed and shattered. We lost. But with our resources at a desperate low, new players making dangerous moves, and my brutes on the offense, I know I need to change the game. The last time I tried my hand, I made mistakes that nearly cost us everything—but I’m not the same hesitant little pawn I once was, and I’m not hiding behind my fear anymore. This time, it’s my board. The Sinners and the Reapers are in position. The queen and her kings are in play. But we need a better strategy—because if we can’t become the family Jasper always promised me we could be, then we might lose more than just our home at Bristlebrook. We might lose our chance at forever as well . . .