To protect the six-year-old son he never knew, he must expose the family that owns the dark. The Ghost at Table Nine The Hollywood sun was a blade through the window glass, carving white-hot lines across the scarred oak of…
A forgotten love, a hidden son, and a digital apocalypse he must stop. The Face on the News The morning rush had a rhythm Evangeline Holloway could ride with her eyes closed. Steam hissing from the espresso machine. The percussion…
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…
A dangerous werewolf CEO. An eight-year-old secret. One contract marriage to stop an apocalypse. The Gold-Flecked Eyes The espresso machine hissed like an animal caught in a trap, and Adrian Rutherford watched the door. He had taken the corner table…
She bore his hidden heir. The Ravenwoods threaten the boy. The Duke must claim them both. The Ghost at the Rosewater Tea Room The Rosewater Tea Room occupied a slim, aristocratic slice of Mayfair, its bow-fronted windows fogged with the…
He found a secret in their books. They found his son. Now the audit becomes a survival game. The Boy in the Window Seat The Covington Ledger building cast its long, marble shadow over the western edge of the financial…
One hidden son, one forged marriage, one Vampire Protocol—Xavier levels up before the Apocalypse takes them all. Chapter One: A Coffee Cup and a Legacy The espresso machine hissed like a struck serpent, and Xavier Winslow didn’t flinch. He was…
She returned with his hidden son and enemies who would burn the crown to keep them apart. The Return of the Exiled Bride The royal audience hall of Valdris had not changed in seven years. Neither had the man who…
A duke’s ruined heart, a governess’s secret, and an eight-year-old boy who could destroy them all. The Coffeehouse Reunion The rain had not stopped since Tuesday. It fell in a steady, gray drizzle that slicked the cobblestones of St. James’s…
He thought she was gone. Her six-year-old son has his gold eyes—and Pemberton wants his blood. The Gold-Eyed Stranger The afternoon rush had bled the coffeehouse dry. A crusted macchiato ring sat on table seven, abandoned by a woman who’d…