THE UNFORGETTABLE FINALE TO THE #1 BESTSELLING DUET THAT WILL WRECK YOU, HEAL YOU, AND HAUNT YOU. Wed him. Bed him. Slit his throat. I killed the king. Crowned myself in his blood, But the curse still festers. To break it, I need Death, on his knees, a ring on his finger. My blade at his throat. The god fights me to the grave, evades my touch, mocks my wanting. He would rather tear himself apart than let me close enough to end this. But I didn’t come this far to lose. I came to crown him mine. Welcome to your wedding, my love. Darkly seductive, exquisitely written, and deeply emotional, the Heartstring Duet is a breathtaking tale of forbidden love, impossible choices, and hard-won hope that will break your heart and put it back together again.

THE #1 BESTSELLING DARK ROMANTASY LEAVING READERS WORLDWIDE IN TEARS. Wed me. Bed me. Slit my throat. Born in dirt, raised in rot, I dig graves for the dead, while the living decay around me. When my brother coughs blood, he appears. A man too polished for the graveyard, with a bargain too cruel for the light: Seduce the King. Become the Queen. Die. And my brother lives. Kael is a nightmare of living ruin, the rotting ruler of a festering realm. And Vale is his shadow, the cold architect of my demise. One man needs my heart to beat. The other plans to stop it forever. They think I’m a pawn. But I’m the gravedigger’s daughter. And I know exactly where to bury them. Welcome to the funeral. Darkly seductive, beautifully written, and deeply emotional, the Heartstring Duet will sweep you away into a world of forbidden desire, deadly intrigue, shocking twists, and impossible choices.

THE #1 BESTSELLING DARK ROMANTASY LEAVING READERS WORLDWIDE IN TEARS. Wed me. Bed me. Slit my throat. Born in dirt, raised in rot, I dig graves for the dead, while the living decay around me. When my brother coughs blood, he appears. A man too polished for the graveyard, with a bargain too cruel for the light: Seduce the King. Become the Queen. Die. And my brother lives. Kael is a nightmare of living ruin, the rotting ruler of a festering realm. And Vale is his shadow, the cold architect of my demise. One man needs my heart to beat. The other plans to stop it forever. They think I’m a pawn. But I’m the gravedigger’s daughter. And I know exactly where to bury them. Welcome to the funeral. Darkly seductive, beautifully written, and deeply emotional, the Heartstring Duet will sweep you away into a world of forbidden desire, deadly intrigue, shocking twists, and impossible choices.

In the first book in this romantasy duology inspired by ancient Egyptian mythology, a slave and a princess switch places during an enemy attack, igniting parallel journeys of love and survival.As a slave to the Ashoran royals, Samira has always known she was expendable. So when the vicious Kaldfolk attack the palace, she is ready to die as a decoy for her princess. But when she’s captured instead, she’s forced to impersonate the princess and survive through brutal trials designed to awaken her divine powers—all under the watch of her dangerously intriguing, shape-shifting captor. Amunet Khada—now queen of Ashorah—is on the run following the king’s death. With only her guard-with-benefits, Jasim, by her side, she must evade treacherous allies while racing to contact her father—the god of the underworld—before her long-promised powers slip beyond reach. While Amunet embarks on a quest through the wastelands, Samira learns the true reason for the attack and unlocks secrets in her past that could change everything. And with threats growing on all sides, Samira and Amunet must decide...who can they trust?

Can you keep a secret? ⁣ I grew up sick.⁣ ⁣ Let me clarify.⁣ ⁣ I grew up believing that real love stories include a martyr or demand great sacrifice to be worthy.⁣ ⁣ Because of that, I believed it, because I made myself believe it, and I bred the most masochistic of romantic hearts, which resulted in my illness.⁣ ⁣ When I lived this story, my own twisted fairy tale, it was unbeknownst to me at the time because I was young and naïve. I gave into temptation and fed the beating beast, which grew thirstier with every slash, every strike, every blow.⁣ ⁣ Triple Falls wasn’t at all what it seemed, nor were the men that swept me under their wing. But in order to keep them, I had to be in on their secrets.⁣ ⁣ Secrets that cost us everything to keep.⁣ ⁣ That’s the novelty of fiction versus reality. You can’t re-live your own love story, because by the time you’ve realized you’re living it, it’s over. At least that was the case for me and the men I trusted my foolish heart to.⁣ ⁣ Looking back, I’m convinced I willed my story into existence due to my illness.⁣ ⁣ And all were punished.