He left her to reclaim his pack. Seven years later, she brings back the son he never knew existed. The Ghost in the Rain The rain fell in sheets across Blackwood, turning the late-afternoon light into a bruised gray. Isabella…
He was a billionaire alpha. She was the woman who knew his secret. Their son was the proof. The Boy with Gold Eyes The bell above the door of The Rusty Mug chimed a tinny, cheerful note that cut through…
One night of passion. A secret son. A corporate war that will awaken the wolf within. The Barista and the Beast The overnight roast had scorded again. Nadia Harrington didn’t need to look at the clock to know it was…
She never told him about their son. Now he owns every contract in her life. The Coffee Stain That Changed Everything The Grindstone Café operated on a rhythm Nadia Montclair had come to depend on: the hiss of the steam…
He thought he lost everything. She kept the one thing he never knew existed: their son. The Ghost at the Coffee Cart The coffee cart occupied the same patch of cracked pavement it had for seven years, its blue-and-white awning…
He signed away her future — now he must grovel for a family he never knew. The Coffee That Changed Everything The espresso machine hissed like a living thing, releasing a plume of steam that curled toward the copper ceiling…
A wolf’s vow to his fated mate and the son he must protect from an ancient blood feud. The Call of Moonlit Blood The coffee shop occupied a narrow storefront wedged between a vintage bookstore and a tailor’s shop, its…
He lost his pack. She hid his son. Now the moon pulls them back together. The Stranger at the Diner The bell above the Moonlight Diner door chimed with its usual tinny note, but Elena Waverly’s hand froze mid-reach for…
A single father finds his past love, only to discover their son is the key to their future. The Ghost at the Coffee Cart The coffee cart on 5th Avenue had a dented chrome urn that hissed like a living…
A hidden son, a secret bond, and a wolf’s vow to protect his pack. The Golden Glow The coffee shop on Mercer Street smelled of burnt espresso and the artificial sweetness of flavored syrups. Clara Waverly counted the change in…