She fled to save him. Their six-year-old son is now the Sterlings’ target—and the duke’s only hope. The Coffeehouse Reckoning The coffeehouse on Fenchurch Street was a cavern of steam and noise, its tiled walls slick with condensation that dripped…
When the system tried to erase our son, the only thing left standing was the love we’d buried. The Coffee Shop That Remembered Us The city had a way of erasing the people who left it, but not the coffee…
Seven years ago he left her to save her. Now the Whitmores found the son he never knew. Chapter 1: The Drone Over the Coffee Shop The bell above the door chimed a half-note flat, and Marcus Rutherford stepped out…
He lost her once. Now she’s back—with the son who carries his wolf’s gold in his eyes. The Gold-Eyed Boy in the Café The afternoon light at Café Lune was a weapon. Cassidy Harrington used to love this place—the way…
He lost her once to a lie. Their seven-year-old son brought him back to the truth. The Boy with His Father’s Eyes The sippy cup was the loudest thing at the table. Freya had one thumb hooked over its rim,…
Eight years ago he vanished. Tonight he’s her CEO—and the father of the son she kept. The Coffee Shop That Remembered Us The rain had been threatening all morning, a gray bruise pressed against the sky. Inside The Daily Bean,…
She hid his son for eight years. The Whitmores want the boy. He’ll burn the world to save them. The Boy with the Golden Eyes The coffee shop smelled of burnt sugar and rain-soaked pavement, a combination that had once…
Six years ago, I lost her. Today I met her son. Pemberton made us a target. Chapter 1: The Coffee That Changed Everything The coffee at Solaris Arcology tasted like recirculated air and borrowed time. Caden Voss had been inside…
He lost his first love once. Now the son she hid is the only contract that can save him. The Boy in the Coffee Shop The rain hit Los Angeles like a contract dispute—sudden, unavoidable, and ruinous to anyone caught…
He thought she vanished. She was hiding his son. Now the Ravenwoods want them all dead. The Black Key Drawing The coffee shop was called Bardo, and Marcus Thorne had never asked why. If the barista had told him once,…