To save her son, she must marry the man who broke her heart — and defy the dynasty that owns them both. The Leverage Play The elevator car was a mirror-finished cube of brushed steel and embedded amber light strips,…
A hacker must trust the woman he betrayed to save the son he never knew existed. Ghost in the Static The rain was a constant, percussive hiss against the corrugated steel of the overpass. Lucas Mercer counted the drops for…
A second chance at love, a son he never knew, and a pack that will kill to keep them apart. The Stranger at the Coffee Shop The rain fell in sheets across downtown Seattle, a gray curtain that turned the…
He escaped the cartel empire. She hides their son. Now the past demands a ransom only blood can pay. The Price of Coffee The rain had stopped twenty minutes ago, leaving the coastal boardwalk slick with mirrored light. Julian Crane…
One night with my boss. One secret son. Now a dynasty wants us dead. The Stranger in the Coffee Line The downtown coffee shop was a cathedral of steam and ambition, the air thick with the hiss of an espresso…
To protect their hidden son, she must marry the mafia wolf she left behind. The Seven-Year Fall The window of The Copper Kettle was a floor-to-ceiling sheet of glass, and Nadia Harrington had chosen the seat that put her back…
She vanished with his child. Now he’s back to reclaim what the Pembertons stole. The Ghost in the Crowd The grind of the espresso machine was a constant, low thunder beneath the hum of conversation. The Grindstone Coffee Bar, wedged…
When a hidden son is found, a corporate dynasty must fall. The Photograph That Broke the Glass The coffee shop on Tremont Street had a name she never bothered to learn. It was just a place with decent espresso, weak…
He never knew she had his son. Now a werewolf legacy and a ruthless family threatens them all. The Boy with Amber Eyes The rain had stopped, but the city still smelled of wet concrete and exhaust. Alexander Harlow sat…
He wanted redemption. She wanted safety. Their son was the bargaining chip. The Price of Silence The Grindstone Café smelled of burnt sugar and old ambition. Adrian Mercer sat at the corner table where he always sat—back to the wall,…