I was always told people grew roots where they were planted. But mine developed between the hearts of two brothers. For as long as I could remember, they were my protectors, living on the opposite end of the manor. It was when I turned eight that I realized the truth. The twins were never supposed to protect me. It was the other way around and I would grow up to be the one that kept our family safe. As time went on, they were forced to watch while I was broken and reshaped into the weapon needed to break us free from the cage our family had been forced into. I always assumed the twins understood. But when I became old enough to accept my fate, they slapped it away and tried to show me a different choice. Even with my heart in their hands, I tried to make them see that there was no other path for me to walk. They left, abandoning the family and destroying those roots that had kept us together. Without them, we were forced to align with a powerful enemy. But when it’s discovered how close I became with our rival, the twins returned. I assumed it was to reclaim my heart, but it was to declare war. We stood on opposite sides, but somewhere in the middle was my broken heart, still held between two lost kings.

The final book in the Royals of Rake Forge duet is now here! She was always ours. Ours to protect. Ours to love. Yet, we were forced to watch as she stepped into another’s arms, completely out of reach. We didn’t have any regrets in choosing to revive our father’s deadly legacy…we knew what threat faced this family and how much danger Presley was in. Regardless of what our family thinks, it was worth it. She was worth it. We’d still burn down the entire world if it meant Presley was finally free of her burden. We’d made amends by allowing her to remain free of us in the process. But when someone is sent to the manor in a body bag, things begin to take a different shape. The distance between our worlds shrinks, with it comes an opportunity to right our wrongs. But if there’s only one chance to have Presley’s forgiveness, I’ll make sure she gives it to my brother. _Whatever it takes to heal my broken queen. \This is a duet, and is encouraged to be read in order.\_