Seven years ago she vanished with his heart. Now she returns with his seven-year-old heir. The Coffee House Ghost The rain had stopped by the time Julian Winslow reached Marlowe, but the cobbles still ran with water, and the market…
She hid his son for seven years. Fated love never stays hidden. A Golden Eye in the Coffee Line The line inside *Steam & Bean* crawled at the pace of a dying afternoon. Iris Caldwell shifted her weight from one…
He returned for revenge, found a secret son, and broke a mafia marriage to keep them alive. The Gold-Eyed Boy at the Coffee Shop The coffee shop smelled of burnt sugar and the metallic tang of the city’s morning rush.…
One night, a hidden son, and a mafia war — Dante will burn the world for Nova and Max. The Boy With the Gold Eyes The coffee shop smelled of burnt espresso and rain-soaked pavement, a combination that had once…
He was her one-night wolf. She vanished with his son—now the Sterlings want them both. Gold Eyes at the Coffee Counter The coffee machine hissed like a live thing, and Nadia Lennox—Rose Miller, she reminded herself, just Rose—kept her smile…
He rose through the underworld; she hid his son from the Blackthorn predators. Now he levels up to save them. Level One: The Coffee Shop Heir The espresso machine had a rhythm. Four beats of the heart, one hiss of…
A fading movie star, a son he never knew, and a family worth fighting for. Chapter 1: The Boy With My Eyes The bell above the door had a dying note—it dinged, then clattered into silence as Alexander Davenport stepped…
She hid his son for eight years. The Blackthorns will kill to turn the boy into leverage. The Face in the Crowd The café was called Cast Iron, and the name was almost certainly a lie, but Freya didn’t care…
He came back to protect the son she hid. But the Ravenwoods have a blood price for them both. Chapter 1: The Gold Eyes at Table Six # Chapter 1: The Gold Eyes at Table Six The coffee shop smelled…
After six years, Hollywood’s brightest star brings home the prince’s son—and the Blackthorns will stop at nothing. A Face from Six Years Ago The Gilded Café occupied a sliver of Mayfair that had somehow escaped the modern age. Its windows…