Dante Thorne never knew he had a hidden son. Nadia will risk everything to tell him the truth. Seven Years of Silence The coffee shop was neutral ground. Dante Thorne had chosen it for that reason, a forgettable chain establishment…
A king. A secret marriage. A seven-year-old heir. The Covingtons will burn them down. Chapter 1: The Ashby Crescent The Blue Lantern Coffee Room occupied the corner of Aldgate Street and Rotherbury Passage, wedged between a milliner’s shop and a…
He lost her once. Now a hidden son, a vengeful dynasty, and a second chance to fight for everything. The Ghost at the Counter The downtown coffee spot was the kind of place Julian Blackwood normally avoided. It smelled of…
A seven-year-old’s golden eyes expose a hidden son, a studio conspiracy, and the Alpha who never stopped hunting. Milk, Cocoa, and Gold Eyes The espresso machine hissed like a struck snake, its steam curling through the golden California morning. Behind…
A lost bride, a hidden son, and a prince who will burn his kingdom to save them. A Face from the Rain The rain came down on Bath like a judgement. It swept Milsom Street in grey sheets, overwhelmed the…
He found the son he never knew. To keep them alive, he must destroy the Covingtons. The Boy Who Drew Wolves Rowan Voss pushed through the door of Red Oak Coffee and the winter came in with him. The bell…
One forgotten night left a son she hid. One dangerous contract may be all that keeps them alive. The Boy at Table Four The café smelled of burnt sugar and desperation, the kind of mid-morning lull that made baristas polish…
She hid his son for six years. The Blackthorns want blood. The wolf inside him wants revenge. The Coffee Shop Reunion The coffee shop was called Penumbra & Steam, and Clara had chosen it for the same reason she chose…
One abandoned mate. One hidden son. One alpha who will burn the world to reclaim them. Gold Eyes in a Coffee Shop The coffee shop smelled of burnt espresso and cheap vanilla syrup, a combination Lyra Ashford had learned to…
A hidden son. A corporate vampire. One disgraced protector must burn the Whitmore contract before dawn. The Boy in the Coffee Shop He was counting ceiling tiles when the door chimed. Three hundred and fourteen. A nothing number, but arithmetic…