Ignition Rites
Some girls get a stepfamily. I got claimed by one.
My mother married a king. That makes me a hostage with a house key–two stepbrothers who look at me like I’m already theirs, a third man who saw me once and never left, a stepfather who talks about me like inventory, and a family “business” that isn’t what it seems.
It’s a circuit, lit up gold at midnight, where masked men decide who they belong to and who belongs to them.
Cassian doesn’t ask permission. He corrects reality until it agrees with him– and somehow, so do I.
Asher set a rule the day I moved in: hands off. I don’t know yet that the rule was never about protecting me. It was about him.
Rafe breaks rules like other people break promises–easily, beautifully, and only when it matters most.
I didn’t come here looking for any of them. They found me anyway.
This isn’t a love triangle. It’s a war, and I’m the trophy nobody agreed to let them share.
Ignition Rites is Book One of Asphalt & Altars. A dark, taboo, why-choose romance with a forbidden family harem, a cult hiding in plain sight, and a heroine who doesn’t know that the season has already claimed her.
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