To the Grave

Five years ago three men confessed to killing my brother. Now I'm living with them. Now I'm living with them. Five years ago I was falsely accused of murder. Then three gorgeous enigmatic men confessed to the crime. Otis: the quirky protector who worships the ground I walk on. Wolf: my dead brother's best friend, forbidden to touch me. Jace: the bully who despises me. The newspapers called them the Blackwell Beasts. Were they scapegoats for someone else's crime? Or is one—or all of them—a killer?

Once upon a time, three men almost ruined me. Now they're the only refuge I've got. Stumbling on the luxury house in the woods seems like a godsend when I’m on the run for my life—until I realize the three men who destroyed me live there. Jude exercises his demons through his drawings—and I’m his newest obsession. Nolan is uniquely equipped to manage my medical condition but has a weakness of his own that just might kill him. And then there’s the worst one of all, Rafe. F*cking Rafe, who acts like nothing in the world can touch him—especially me—but wakes up screaming in the night.

I consent to be hunted. I consent to be stripped. I consent to be marked. I consent to be owned. These are the things I agree to when I sign up for the Hunt in the tunnels under Blackwell Falls. But none of that prepares me to be hunted by the three masked men known as the Blackwell Butchers. They’re huge. Inked. Deadly. And they’ve claimed me as their prey. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and I’m in dire need of desperate measures — namely someone to take out the man responsible for my sister’s murder. Now all I have to do is avoid being caught by the Butchers.

I only came to Blackwell Falls to find my missing sister. First on my list of suspects: the notorious Kings of Aventine. Now I'm forced to live with the three men I can't afford to trust. Rock tries to fool me with a soft touch, kind blue eyes, and the nurturing I secretly crave. Brooding, dark-eyed Oscar takes pictures of me when I'm not looking and tempts me with his piercings, inked skin, and honeyed words.

I kissed my father’s best friend, and it kind of didn’t go well. Not only because he’s 18 years older than me - but he also didn’t like it. Not one bit. In my defense, I didn’t mean to fall for him. It just happened. Nathaniel Weaver is the most attractive man I’ve ever seen with enough charisma to blind the sun. He’s bigger than the world, owns half of it, and conquered the other half. He was forbidden. Wrong. So I totally got over him. Or so I told myself. Until we’re forced to get married.