His first love vanished. Their son is the leverage the Sterlings need. Ethan refuses to lose them again. The Boy in the Window Seat The coffee shop was a trap of ordinary things. Steam hissed from the chrome espresso machine…
One night was a mistake. Her son has the alpha’s eyes, and the blood moon is rising. Mistaken for Derek The café smelled of burnt coffee and wet wool. Sebastian Voss sat in the back booth with his arms spread…
He faked his death to protect them. Now a new identity brings him back to save them again. The Ghost in the Coffee Steam The small drone hovered outside the window of the Blue Hummingbird like a patient insect, its…
One hidden child. One ruthless studio family. One final game where love wins. The Coffee Shop Secret The Hollow Crown had cost Ethan Winslow his marriage, his sanity, and quite possibly his studio, and today he was going to meet…
I lost her once. I won’t lose my son—or her—to the Sterling mafia. Chapter 1: Gold in a Coffee Cup The coffee shop on Falkner Street was the last neutral ground left in the city, and Julian Blackwood knew it…
She hid his son for six years. Now the Pembertons want them both—and he won’t let go. The Coffee Shop Reunion The rain had been falling since six that morning, a steady Oregon drizzle that turned the streets of Portland…
She faked her death. Now the son she hid has a target on his mind. The Coffee Shop Ghost The drone arrived at 10:47, three minutes ahead of schedule. Gideon Rutherford watched it descend through the café’s plate glass window,…
She kept a secret. He carries a curse. Their son’s golden eyes will end a war. The Latte That Changed Everything The bell above the door chimed a hopeful note, and the noise of Crimson Bean swallowed it whole. Cassidy…
She hid his son seven years. Now the Whitmores hunt them—and the billionaire will fight for what’s his. The Boy Who Drew a Tower The coffee shop on Bergen Street had a tin ceiling that leaked light through a century…
He left me to protect a lie. Now he’s back as the Alpha—and he’s found our son. The Gold in His Eyes The low winter sun bled through the plate-glass windows of Solstice Brew, casting a pale gold wash across…