She inherited a fortune. They inherited her**.**
Clara, a freelance illustrator struggling to survive in Brooklyn, is stunned when she learns she's the heir to Blackthorn Hall, a sprawling gothic manor in upstate New York. It's a jaw-dropping, life-changing inheritance from the estranged grandmother she barely knew. But this unexpected gift comes with a shocking and forbidden condition: she is not the sole heir. The estate—and, as she soon discovers, Clara herself—is to be shared with three men.
The brothers—Gideon, Elias, and Silas—are as wild and untamed as the valley itself. They are broad-shouldered, sharp-grinned, and their eyes hold the tantalizing secrets of the manor. They served as her grandmother's groundskeepers, but their claim runs deeper than any employment contract. They insist they are as much a part of Blackthorn as the stones, and that their inheritance includes her. Their every look is a mix of raw desire and unnerving possession, a hypnotic pull that leaves her breathless.
Trapped by the terms of the will and her own growing curiosity, Clara finds herself in a world of simmering tension and provocative power plays. The air is thick with the scent of pine and something far more dangerous: a dark, primal legacy that has been waiting for her.
Blackthorn isn't just a house. It's a bond, a scandalous promise whispered from the grave. And the brothers fully intend to claim what is theirs.
