He left to protect her. Seven years later, their son is the target of a ruthless dynasty. The Ghost at the Coffee Shop The coffee shop smelled of burnt sugar and rain. Saturday afternoon light fell in dusty slants across…
He lost her once. Now Damian must save the mate and the son he never knew existed. The Coffee Shop That Changed Everything The rain came down in sheets over Los Angeles, a sudden squall that turned the city’s glass…
He wanted his lost mate. She wanted safety. Their son just wanted the truth. The Gold in His Eyes Rain fell on Seattle like a grudge the city had been nursing for decades, and Damian Crane walked through it without…
He was her hidden son’s father. Their contract marriage became the strike that destroyed Ravenwood. The Boy with His Eyes The coffee shop smelled of burnt sugar and rain-soaked concrete. Killian Voss had been coming to The Grind for eleven…
A disgraced security guard discovers the son he never knew—and the crime family who wants them both dead. The Ghost at the Coffee Shop The coffee plaza at the corner of Arch and Tremont had three exits, two blind corners,…
He thought fame was the prize. Then a seven-year-old son and a mafia contract showed him the truth. The Boy With My Eyes The barista’s name was Maria, and Gideon Voss knew she was terrified of him. He could see…
He came back for revenge. She came for answers. Their son is the key to both. The Boy Who Dropped the Book The rain came down in sheets, hammering the pavement outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of Brew & Bind, a…
To protect the six-year-old son he never knew, he must expose the family that owns the dark. The Ghost at Table Nine The Hollywood sun was a blade through the window glass, carving white-hot lines across the scarred oak of…
A stolen son, a buried love, and one encrypted signal that brings down a dynasty. The Boy Who Remembers the Sky The coffee kiosk on the Sunset Ridge rooftop was a mistake, but every good handoff is a mistake with…
He framed the woman he loved—then discovered the son she hid. Now his empire must burn. The Face From the Gala The crack in the window glass ran from the lower-left corner to the base of the brass espresso bar,…