The House of Roosevelt: The Broken and Condemned Trilogy

Never did I imagine I'd find myself bleeding out on the dining room table of a guy I’d only been on one date with. Perhaps more amorous tabletop activities would be underway if I were with one of the other guys I’d secretly been dating? Yet, here I was, with him and my best friend August performing field surgery along my spine.

Who would have thought his brothers weren’t creatures of dreams, but of nightmares, hell-bent on ending me because they believe I'm some mysterious ancient being lost to the annals of time? If anyone had warned me about this months ago, I would have dismissed them outright. But now my life feels like a futile attempt to escape a spider's web while blindfolded.

What I didn’t know was that almost being exsanguinated was the least of my problems, because everything was about to go from bad to horrifically worse.