Wrath of an Exile: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (The River Styx Heathens, Book 1)

When your sworn enemy becomes your foster brother, hating him is supposed to be the easy part.

In Ponderosa Springs, the feud between two rival towns isn't ancient history gathering dust—it's a living, breathing war that dictates who you trust, who you love, and who you never, ever let past your walls. Phi knows the rules. She's lived by them her entire life. Then Jude Sinclair shows up at her front door with a duffel bag and a smirk that makes her want to scream, and suddenly the rules feel a lot harder to follow.

Jude is a Sinclair—the name her father practically spits when he says it—and now he's sleeping down the hall. He's cocky, infuriatingly perceptive, and armed with a poet's tongue that cuts through Phi's defenses like they were never there at all. Every stolen glance, every charged exchange behind closed doors, every moment she almost forgets whose side he's on pulls her further from everything she's supposed to protect.

This contemporary forbidden romance doesn't flinch from the impossible position Phi finds herself in: a heart that refuses to obey and a family loyalty that demands everything. Secret hookups collide with generations of bad blood, and the tension between them builds into something neither of them can outrun.

Because hating Jude Sinclair was always the plan. Wanting him was never supposed to happen—and walking away might already be too late.