Hey loves,
I’ve been keeping a secret that’s been burning a hole in me for months, and I finally get to spill it.
Meet Vincent and Trevor Braithwaite—two billionaire brothers who hate each other with the kind of heat that could level cities. One is ice, precision, and thousand-dollar suits; the other is pure wildfire, ink, and bass that rattles your bones. Same blood, opposite souls. They were never supposed to share anything again… until a mouthy, broke art curator named Wren Paulson accidentally spends one reckless weekend with both of them and refuses to choose.
The Tiebreaker (Split Kings #1) drops December 10 and it is the filthiest, twistiest, most addictive thing I’ve ever written. Think Succession in the bedroom with a $1.2 billion auction on the line and a heroine who turns two ruthless alphas into very motivated boys. There’s a vault scene that still makes me blush, a live-streamed pregnancy reveal, and a best friend who deserves her own medal (and her own book—keep reading).
Because this isn’t just one story. Split Kings is the series—every book built around a different pair of alpha brothers (or brothers-in-arms) who clash like thunder and love even harder. Same cracked-down-the-middle cover vibe, same luxury-and-lust DNA, brand-new casts and kinks every time. I’m already deep in book two and I can promise you: the men only get worse (in the very best way).
So buckle up, babies. The Tiebreaker is coming to wreck your sleep, your panties, and your “no ménage” rule all in one weekend.
Who’s ready to pick a side… knowing you’ll end up stealing both?
All the love (and all the trouble),
Meg