A hidden son. A forged heir. A contract marriage that could save them all. The Ghost in the Coffee Queue The coffee shop smelled of burnt espresso and rain-soaked concrete, a combination that clung to the air like a bad…
She vanished with his son. Now a contract marriage to the Alpha Wolf is their only shield. The Ghost in the Coffee Line The Redline District didn’t believe in mornings. Its neon arteries pulsed through the perpetual dusk of New…
She signed a contract to protect her son. Marcus never knew the seven-year-old boy was his. The Coffee Shop Trap The coffee shop was the kind Marcus Thorne would never have chosen if left to his own devices—exposed brick, Edison…
He traded fame for a secret. Now he’ll fight a ruthless dynasty to keep the son he never knew. The Ghost at The Blue Pour The Blue Pour had been a speakeasy before Prohibition ended, then a pawnshop, then a…
Eight years, one son, and a ledger of lies. Sebastian Blackwood is done hiding. The Boy Who Looked Like Me The rain had been falling on Marrow Street since dawn, a steady gray drumbeat that turned the city’s grime into…
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…
One hidden son. One forced contract. The Wolf will stop at nothing to keep them both. The Boy With My Eyes The morning rush had already bled out of The Copper Finch by the time Elena Waverly settled into her…
Eight years ago she vanished to save her son. Now a drone just found them. The Drone Over Sepulveda The drone’s shadow slid across the chalk drawing Eli was making, a dark fin cutting through a sea of faded green…
Seven years ago she vanished. Now a rival family is hunting her and the son he never knew. The Coffee That Broke the Silence The coffee shop had a name, but Killian Crane had never needed it. Brass plaque beside…
One wild night. Eight years. A son with golden eyes—and the alpha who just found them. The Gold Behind the Counter The first thing Vivian Delacroix did every morning was check the locks on the apartment door. Twice. Then she’d…