Madison Kate is a new adult/college age dark romance with enemies to lovers/hate to love themes. This is a reverse harem series, meaning the leading lady has several love interests and she doesn't have to choose between them for her happily ever after. If this isn't your cup of tea, then this isn't the series for you. ♥ KATE is book 4 of 4 in the MADISON KATE series. The blurb below may contain spoilers for previous books, and I urge you not to read it until you've finished HATE, LIAR and FAKE. ◆◆◆ “I never miss.” Riot Night changed my life. Coming back to Shadow Grove turned it on its head. I’ve been hunted, stabbed, stalked, tormented, and used. Hate fueled me, lies tore me apart, and in the end everything I thought I knew turned out to be fake. Except… Riot Night also brought Archer, Kody, and Steele back into my life. No matter how much I’ve fought it, hated it, been lied to or discovered the deceptions—I want them in my life. No one owns me. No one is taking them away. This is my life, dammit, and these guys are mine to keep. If a war is what it takes, then a war is what they'll get.

“You’ll always be mine.” The latest taunt from my stalker reminded me I was nothing more than a possession to my father, to the Reapers, to Archer D’Ath. Even to Kody and Steele. Princess Danvers—the prize. His wife. Archer D’Ath’s wife. I hate them. They lied to me. Over and over again. I knew they were lying, and I hate myself for letting it happen. For believing in the fake relationships I want so desperately to be real. Fake. It’s all fucking fake. My stalker won’t let me go. None of them will. Archer and his boys think they control me. My stalker wants to possess me. I’m not an idiot, I know my newest allies are using me too. That’s fine. I’ll use all of them. I’ll use them to take back what’s mine. My life. My freedom. My name. No one owns Madison Kate Danvers.

Sinclair How often in a lifetime could a person be betrayed without falling apart completely? I was loved and cherished by four amazing men who showed me that after being beaten down hard, it was always possible to get back up. It was easy at first to tell myself that things would only get better, and that everything I went through was the worst that could’ve ever happened to me. For a while, I really made myself believe that life was finally taking it easy on me. Spoiler it wasn’t.