After all, they’re royalty here. Because one of them—the cruelest one—is the headmaster’s son. And my new stepbrother.They can try to torment me.They can try to break me.But they have no idea what I’ve endured.They’re used to getting whatever their ruthless, little hearts desire.Maybe I should keep my mouth shut.Maybe I should let them win.But I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty. Lord knows I’m used to it by now.My name is Briar Monroe, and these Kings are about to find out just how fucked up this Queen can be.Ruthless Crown is full-length high-school bully reverse harem romance. It is book one of the Ruthless Royals duet, and while it doesn’t end with a true cliffhanger, there are unanswered questions. Book two will be releasing in a month. It is advised to read them in order. *Please note Ruthless Crown contains explicit language, bullying, and flashbacks of abuse/trauma. It also features four hot AF guys who would do anything to protect their feisty Queen. The duet will have a HEA.

    Three days. Three weeks. He was her twin brother, he was their best friend. Poppy’s world has blown up with the death of her twin brother, Perry. He left behind nothing but his half of the coffee shop they owned and his three best friends and roommates. Her other half is gone. Her business partner, gone. Her best friend, gone. Her only family, gone. When she locks herself into her apartment for three days, Perry’s friends come for her, pulling her out of there, and take her back to their house. With them, she’s finally able to sleep. They’re hurting as much as she is. Maybe together, they can begin to heal. Maybe Perry left her the next best thing to him. His friends. Her new family. It takes three of them. It takes three days for them to come for her. It takes three weeks to fall in love. This is a standalone reverse harem.

    Or an imposter. I’m certainly a hypocrite. I offer advice for a living. Encourage my patients to make wise decisions—help them help themselves to walk through life stronger, healthier, happier. Isn’t that the goal? To live our best lives? If only I practiced what I preach. I wasn’t always like this. Every move I make lately is the opposite of smart. These questionable life choices are a new development. They started the day a certain Vitale barged into my life. Brand Vitale might look like a hero to the rest of the world, but looks can be deceiving. I’m driven by obsession for a man who’s turning out to be dark, dangerous, and downright depraved. And I don’t care. Because, sometimes, depraved, debauched—hell, or even deathly—is the only option.