Trope Reveal + Release Date
29 Aug 2025
Amazon still has to update the preorder details, but everyone who got the 99c preorder will have this juicy enemies-to-lovers-to-whatever-the-fuck-this-is book dropping on their Kindles 19 September!
19 September!
(for those in the back)
I'm always trying to incorporate new kinks and tropes that I've never written before, and Broken by my Bully is no different!
This is my first ever second-chance romance, and wow…have I been missing out. I adore unraveling Kai and Haven's turbulent backstories, their broken homes, their dark little games in the woods…
But, man, I know it's gonna hurt. Because you know they have to break each other before they can heal each other…and all I'm gonna say is it won't be pretty.
Blood will be shed.
Lives will be ruined.
There will be a HEA…but at what cost 🫣
Grab the preorder for 99c to make sure you're not the last to find out…
I'm including another little teaser below since I've had a few questions about the age-gap in the book.
To confirm: Haven is 19, Kai is 22, and Professor Rooke is 34.
I refuse to apologize 😏
I'll be back next week with another teaser and some more news (maybe the book's dedication, because I'm trying something new there…) but you'll have to wait and see.
And remember, if you want to start reading this bad boy right away, new chapters are going up every few days on Patreon and Ream. (chapters 1-25 already up!)
BROKEN BY THE BULLY - TEASER
ROOKE
The double shot of bourbon in Haven’s cocoa is starting to do its job. I can see it in the way her shoulders have relaxed, the way her guard has dropped just enough for me to catch glimpses of the vulnerable girl beneath all that brittle defiance.
She meets my gaze, chin lifted, like we’re equals.
Fucking adorable.
Drinking the booze I poured her without hesitation. Curling up on my couch like she’s safe.
Haven is a bird with a broken wing, and I’m the cat watching as she flaps uselessly on the ground to get away.
She has no idea how young she looks curled up like that. Nineteen years old, but the vulnerability in her eyes makes her seem even younger. The decade and a half between us should bother me.
It doesn’t.
It just makes my cock harder.
I study the faint bruise on her jaw, imagining the hand that put it there. So sloppy, emotional. Someone wanted to hurt her but couldn’t commit to causing any real damage.
The thought should disgust me. Should make me want to protect her, call the authorities, be the upstanding professor she needs. The good man she thinks I am.
But all I can think is what an amateur he is.
When I mark her, she’ll wear my bruises like jewelry.
I want to reach out and trace that bruise with my thumb. Want to press against it until she winces, until she remembers exactly how it felt when someone else’s hands were on her.
And then replace that memory…with something far more disturbing.