He lost his first love eight years ago. Now she walks into his coffee shop—with his son. The Coffee Shop Reunion The coffee was bitter. Not the sharp, charcoal bite Xavier Blackwood usually tolerated—something meaner, scorched and left to sit…
He owned her once, lost her for six years, and now he’ll sign a contract to keep her forever. The Coffee Shop Ghost The espresso machine hissed like a viper, and Adrian Rutherford catalogued the exits before the door had…
One hidden son. One ruthless family. One love strong enough to burn an empire down. The Boy in the Red Raincoat The rain had not waited for the morning. It had come in around four a.m., a slate-grey curtain dragging…
She hid his son for seven years. Now the Sterlings found them. Alexander will burn it all. The Boy Who Wore the Crane The bell above Blackbird Coffee’s door chimed a reedy note at 2:47 p.m. Alexander Crane did not…
A contract marriage to save his empire. A son she hid for six years. A love they never forgot. The Coffee Shop Proposal The patio at Juniper Coffee had direct sight lines to the intersection, the crosswalk, and the glass…
Seven years ago, she fled the wolf. Tonight the wolf found her—and the gold-eyed son he never knew. The Gold-Flecked Stranger The Foundry smelled of burnt espresso and yesterday’s rain. Lucas Davenport pushed through the front door at 6:42 a.m.,…
A seven-year-old’s drawing is the map to a conspiracy—and the proof of a father he never met. The World Between The coffee shop smelled of burnt espresso and wet wool. Caden Harlow sat in the corner booth, the one with…
She hid their son and her love. The moon brought her wolf home. The Boy with Gold Eyes The cold in Silverbrook had teeth, even in late spring. It slipped through the gaps in the window frames of The Wanderer’s…
She hid their son for eight years. Xavier must face Covington’s drones to claim them both. A Ghost at the Coffee Shop The air in The Grindstone smelled of burnt espresso and rain-soaked coats, a familiar Boston grime that clung…
One hidden son. One stolen ledger. The Aldridge family wants them both dead. The Face Behind the Glass The coffee shop smelled of burnt sugar and rain-damp coats, a Tuesday-morning crush of commuters and freelancers hunched over lattes. Rowan Rutherford…