There’s someone far more dangerous out there who's been stalking me since I left town the first time. Killian, Rath, and Tristian aren’t the only ones who want me. What could bring me back into their lives, their homes, and ultimately, their beds? But I’m still on the run and there's another monster chasing me down. They’re more powerful than ever now, having risen to the rank of Lords at Forsyth University.

Three years later I’m standing on their doorstep like a stray.

While they laughed.īut what happened that night wasn’t my biggest secret. The night everything fell apart, my stepbrother allowed his two best friends to take their rage out on me while he watched. In high school, they knew my secrets and I knew theirs. These three men are a part of my past-one that I'd rather never look in the eye again. I never claimed to be a good girl, but I definitely never asked for this. The Royals of Forsyth University is a three book, reverse harem series by Best Selling Authors, Angel Lawson & Samantha Rue. If you have triggers or are even remotely unsure, please heed the note at the beginning of this book. It contains graphic content of abuse and assault that some readers may be particularly sensitive to. WARNING: This book is a DARK/BULLY romance. The way Tristian cares, Killian’s vigilant eyes, and worst of all, my contented moments in Rath’s bed, were all part of a game.Ī game they’ve been playing since day one. Despite the awful things they've done to me, they actually made me feel special. I hadn’t realized how much they’ve worn me down and made me feel complacent, but it turns out they’ve messed with my head just as much as they abused my body. Even having been subjected to his barbed tongue, he’s the first man to ever make me feel safe. Rath is the dark-eyed tempest who took me into his bed. To me, he’s the man who seeks to control me, with his cold eyes and possessiveness. Tristian is fair-haired and charming to anyone who doesn’t know better. He thinks I don’t know that he watches me when I sleep. Killian is two-hundred-and-twenty pounds of muscle, brutal physicality, and pure spite. I just wasn’t expecting punishment like this.

I agreed to be in their beds, on my knees, and punished should I disobey. I agreed to the contract that made me the Lords’ Lady, a position that requires me to do whatever they want, but only as protection from someone worse.

The Order by Angel Lawson