Brutes of Bristlebrook Series by Rebecca Quinn

One night. Six stories. Total nuclear annihilation.THE BRUTESTonight was meant to be about kink. Our lives are a nightmare of last-minute deployments and near misses, and we needed the break.Instead, we broke. The whole world broke.But as city after city is blown apart, and with a club full of civilians to protect, we have to pull it together and get them to safety. No matter how we’re feeling. No matter how many family members are disintegrating into ash... moreOne night. Six stories. Total nuclear annihilation.THE BRUTESTonight was meant to be about kink. Our lives are a nightmare of last-minute deployments and near misses, and we needed the break.Instead, we broke. The whole world broke.But as city after city is blown apart, and with a club full of civilians to protect, we have to pull it together and get them to safety. No matter how we’re feeling. No matter how many family members are disintegrating into ash. We have a job to do, so we’ll be each other’s strength.Even if it means walking into bomb-fire together.EDENI’m alone.Please, someone forgive me for what I have to do.I don’t think I can.***Day Death is the apocalyptic prequel novella to the Brutes of Bristlebrook series. It follows each of our six main characters on their fight to survive the fateful night the world as they knew it ended - how they pull together ... and how they fall apart.You can read this prior to reading Ensnared, but you’ll get more out of it if you read it afterwards. Many moments in this prequel are dark and so very bleak. Please care for your mental health and take note of the content notes in the preview.💞 less

Even if the world did end, five men is far too many to handle. Isn’t it? Since the Final War, I’ve been doing just fine. I have a lovely cave, a darling vegetable patch, forest views . . . and if loneliness sometimes squeezes my aching heart, well, my books have always kept me company. That is, until a pack of hunters chase me from my home and right into the arms of several rather large, rather brutish ex-Army Rangers. And those brutes have the nerve to make me the rudest offer I’ve ever heard... moreEven if the world did end, five men is far too many to handle. Isn’t it? Since the Final War, I’ve been doing just fine. I have a lovely cave, a darling vegetable patch, forest views . . . and if loneliness sometimes squeezes my aching heart, well, my books have always kept me company. That is, until a pack of hunters chase me from my home and right into the arms of several rather large, rather brutish ex-Army Rangers. And those brutes have the nerve to make me the rudest offer I’ve ever heard. Their protection—for my body. The whole thing is absurd. Scandalous. Perverted, even. I mean, just the thought of doing that with five men, well, it’s . . . it’s . . . I take the deal. Okay, so it’s possible I find them indecently tempting. But these men also have secrets, and pasts so fraught with emotion, I’m not sure I can untangle them all. Or whether they’ll let me. No, my brutes have made it excruciatingly clear where they think I belong—beneath them, between them, bent over backwards for them . . . but certainly not beside them. And I don’t think that’s going to work for me.*** The Brutes of Bristlebrook is a dark(ish) post-apocalyptic, steamy reverse harem romance series, meaning Eden will end up with three or more love interests after I’ve appropriately obliterated my readers’ nerves. Expect complex characters, 1st person present tense, multiple POVs, MM in the harem, angst, lots of laughs, and to encounter material that some readers may find sensitive—a full description of which can be found on my author website. less

These men killed mine, and for that, they have to dieBristlebrook is up in smoke, my brutes are dead, and Sam’s camp is a powder keg begging for a flame.Injured and furious over their losses, the surviving hunters are preoccupied with their own problems. Their factions and allegiances. Their internal wars and pissing contests. The new world they want to forge. They don’t look twice at their meek little captive.They shattered my heart five ways when they killed my brutes, so I don’t care anymore... moreThese men killed mine, and for that, they have to dieBristlebrook is up in smoke, my brutes are dead, and Sam’s camp is a powder keg begging for a flame.Injured and furious over their losses, the surviving hunters are preoccupied with their own problems. Their factions and allegiances. Their internal wars and pissing contests. The new world they want to forge. They don’t look twice at their meek little captive.They shattered my heart five ways when they killed my brutes, so I don’t care anymore. If I’m to stop the villains, I need to become one.I need to be smart. I need to be ruthless.Even if it means razing myself to the ground to do it . . .We’re bringing her home, or we’re not coming homeThey took our librarian from right under our noses—and with Lucky injured, Bristlebrook in flames, and our personal problems finally spilling over, we’re fracturing.But we need to be better.Bringing Eden home is the most important mission of our lives.Followed closely by the second most important . . . building her a home worth returning to.***The Brutes of Bristlebrook is a dark(ish) post-apocalyptic, steamy romance series, and Eden will end up with three or more love interests after I’ve appropriately obliterated my readers’ nerves. Expect complex characters, 1st person present tense, multiple POVs, MM in the harem, angst, lots of laughs, and to encounter material that some readers may find sensitive.This book is a big boy at over 180k words and deals with a lot of heavy content. I promise it gets brighter as it goes on (you know... mostly). Please see my website for TWs - your mental health matters. less

Outclassed. Outplayed. Outmatched. After our humiliating defeat at Cyanide, Alastair left us shamed and shattered. We lost. But with our resources at a desperate low, new players making dangerous moves, and my brutes on the offense, I know I need to change the game. The last time I tried my hand, I made mistakes that nearly cost us everything—but I’m not the same hesitant little pawn I once was, and I’m not hiding behind my fear anymore. This time, it’s my board... moreOutclassed. Outplayed. Outmatched. After our humiliating defeat at Cyanide, Alastair left us shamed and shattered. We lost. But with our resources at a desperate low, new players making dangerous moves, and my brutes on the offense, I know I need to change the game. The last time I tried my hand, I made mistakes that nearly cost us everything—but I’m not the same hesitant little pawn I once was, and I’m not hiding behind my fear anymore. This time, it’s my board. The Sinners and the Reapers are in position. The queen and her kings are in play. But we need a better strategy—because if we can’t become the family Jasper always promised me we could be, then we might lose more than just our home at Bristlebrook. We might lose our chance at forever as well . . . less