Jordan Grant

— Archie — I was born into an easy life, and I like it that way. Easy money. Easy sex. Easy … every-damn-thing. But that luxury came with a price, and it’s almost time to pay it. It’s senior year, my last one of freedom before I inherit the family empire and watch my dad gleefully sail into retirement on the tails of his fifth—sixth?—divorce from my mother. I’m the golden boy of Arlean University, the first-line running back with so many touchdowns they call me Bring-It-Home Blakely. Men want to be me. Women want to be beneath me. I do what I want. When I want. To whomever I want. I am revered. Adored. Utterly untouchable. Or so I thought. A red-headed transfer student with a know-it-all complex and Satan’s temper threatens to ruin my birthright. She saw something she shouldn’t have and stuck her nose where it didn’t belong. Then, she smiled at me when my father introduced her as his fiancé. Game on, future Mrs. Blakely. — Layne — I have fought for everything I’ve ever had. Food, shelter, safety, life. Twenty-one years ago, I was born in the wrong place at the wrong time to the wrong woman. I learned to survive on my own and to do whatever it takes—beg, borrow, and steal—to stay alive. Every night for as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of vengeance, and no one, especially the god of my new college, will stand in my way. I don’t believe in gods anyway. I don’t believe in forgiveness either. I believe in blood for blood and pain for pain, and I will make it rain down from my hands in a thunderstorm. I’ll destroy anyone who stands between me and what’s mine, and I won’t shed a tear while I do. There is no quid pro quo in my world. It’s take it or leave it, all or nothing. Get out of my way, golden boy, or I'll tarnish your gilded armor black before this is over. Note from the author: Brutal Heartsis a dark enemies-to-lovers, college romance. It features mature themes including an explosive heat level, bullying, and, like my other novels, struggles with mental illness. It is a standalone novel but part of the larger Wicked Empire universe, which follows characters introduced in my Voclain Academy series after they leave high school and enter adulthood. Reading the Voclain Academy series or Vicious Love, the first standalone dark college romance of the Wicked Empire universe, is not required to enjoy this book. For a list of all content warnings, please check the author's note at the beginning of the book prior to reading (through the look-inside feature) or visit Jordan's website.

— Everett — I loved her when she was just a splattering of freckles and big brown eyes. When she brought an extra sugar cookie just for me in the first grade. When our class goldfish died and she held me in front of everyone until I stopped crying. I loved her even more when she had another man’s baby. But I hate her for what she did, a chess move in a game of unforgivable sin. I hate myself even more for what I’m going to do to her. I wanted her gone, but I was the one who left. Now, I’ve returned, and I have no intention of leaving again. This is my campus, and it’s time to pay for your sins, little mouse, because I am a vicious king. — Molly — I loved him the first day I met him on the playground, when he was all gangly elbows and knees. When we buried our toes in the sandbox and pretended we didn’t have legs. On our first day of middle school when he smiled at me across the quad. He was my white knight, my protector, the one who always made sure I was okay. But that boy’s dead and gone, and I killed him. I can’t undo what happened. I never meant to hurt him. I never meant to hurt anyone. I was the nudge that toppled the dominos. Hold my hand, E, and let’s find our way out of the shadows. Before we are both lost to the dark. Note from the author: Vicious Love is a dark enemies-to-lovers, college romance. It features mature themes including an incendiary heat level, bullying, teenage pregnancy, suicide, and, like my other novels, struggles with mental illness. It is a standalone novel but part of the larger Wicked Empire universe, which follows characters introduced in my Voclain Academy series after they leave high school and enter adulthood. Reading the Voclain Academy series is not required to enjoy this book. For a list of all content warnings, please check the author's note at the beginning of the book prior to reading.

Leave humanity at the door. Only godless heathens survive here. — Saint — Chryseum Reformatory Academy aka the Asylum. This is where the rich send their screwed-up sons and daughters, delivering them to a prison in the Catskills of New York. The Asylum doesn’t cure. It camouflages, protecting old money from apples rotting on the family tree. They call me a psychopath, a lunatic, unhinged. But here, I am god. Now, say your prayers at the door, pet, because this is my senior year, my school, my world. Even God doesn’t step foot here. — Willow — I didn’t want to off myself, not really. I wanted help. I wanted someone—anyone—to listen. But I’m just a flesh-and-bone cry for attention. Now, my father’s shipped me here, where evil and old secrets seep through the cold, stone walls. An inky-haired guy with a devilish smile offers me protection, but his price is high. Wear his collar. Be his pet. Give myself to him, body and soul. Author's Note: Bloody Savage God is a 400+ page, dark academia gothic romance recommended for those 18+. It features mature themes including, but not limited to, an incendiary heat level, bullying, branding, collaring, and, like my other novels, struggles with mental illness. Please read the content/trigger warnings carefully before reading, available either through the Look-Inside feature or on the author’s website (linked on her Amazon author page and TBA soon).

We are godless heathens. We are kings. And we will never be dethroned. — Killian — It’s spring semester, my last at the Asylum. Hydrotherapy. Electroshock. I’ve tried all the fringe methods. Still, they call me a sadist, a sicko, deranged. In here, though, I am lord. I found the new girl on her knees in the campus chapel. She must not have heard. Salvation is dead. Kneel before me, sweetheart. — Millie — I shouldn’t be here. I’m not sick. I’m not like these people. I made a mistake. I want to go home. A guy found me in church today. He cocked his head and asked me what I was doing. Then, he stole a kiss so he could taste my pain. I don’t like it here. I don’t belong. I promise I’ll be a good girl, daddy, if you let me come home. Author's Dirty Savage Lord is a dark academia gothic romance recommended for those 18+ . It features mature themes including, but not limited to, an explosive heat level, bullying, and, like my other novels, struggles with mental illness. This book is the final of three standalone novels in the Godless Heathens universe, each of which takes place at Chryseum Reformatory Academy and features one of the three lords of the Academy (Saint, Gabriel, and Killian). Reading the other books in the series is not necessary to enjoy this book. Please read the content/trigger warnings carefully before reading, available either through the Look-Inside feature or on my website (linked on my Amazon author page and TBA soon).

Ave Maria. Avalynne All my life I’ve been good. A good student. A good sister. A good girl. Until I wasn’t. Until Grandpapa shipped me here for the nuns to fix me. Evil ensnares my mind and sunders my soul. Or that’s what they tell me, at least. Reverend Mother demands penance. Grandpapa demands punishment. And three men threaten it all. The Professor, whose words drip with arctic arrogance. The Priest, whose dark eyes linger on me for too long. And the Shadow, the chilling specter I hope isn’t real. I’ll need to suffer them all to get out of here, beginning with my Professor. He is an enigma behind midnight-black eyes. He doesn’t want to be here. He loathes tutoring me. But, sometimes, in the quiet of the classroom … I catch him staring at me. And I feel the scorch of his gaze feather my skin. He’ll eat me alive if I give him the chance. But the darkness in me wants the lines between us to blur. A habit and a veil won’t protect me within the Convent’s walls. May God save my undeserving soul.

We are lords over a savage land. — Gabriel — It’s my senior year at the Asylum. After this, it’s either college or padded walls for life. They say fake it until you make it, and I’ve gotten really good at faking it. Well, I was really good, until she came along. A blonde transfer student with a sharp tongue and a superiority complex makes me want to see her insides. They call me a sociopath, a maniac, unbalanced. But here, I am king. Repent your sins and beg forgiveness, baby girl. Prayers won’t save you from me. — Avery — I never expected my parents to deliver me to this hellscape. They want this place to cure me, to make me into a good girl, to save me from starvation. An arrogant creep with dead eyes made me his target instead. He’s sick and twisted, and I’m tired of his games. He says he’ll stop if I go with him to the basement, to the place forbidden and kept under lock and key. Everyone knows, though, you don’t go down there and come out alive. Author's Note: Wicked Vile King is a 400+ page, dark academia gothic romance recommended for those 18+. It features mature themes including, but not limited to, an explosive heat level, bullying, and, like my other novels, struggles with mental illness. Please read the content/trigger warnings carefully before reading, available either through the Look-Inside feature or on my website (linked on my Amazon author page and TBA soon).