My pack swore on blood. Then a six-year-old with golden eyes walked into my boardroom. The Contract That Binds The coffee house was called Black Elm, and Sebastian Rutherford owned the building. He sat in his usual corner booth, the…
A wolf’s vow to his fated mate and the son he must protect from an ancient blood feud. The Call of Moonlit Blood The coffee shop occupied a narrow storefront wedged between a vintage bookstore and a tailor’s shop, its…
He never knew he had a son. Now his bloodline is the only thing standing between the Ravenwoods and total control. The Coffee That Brought Him Home The downtown café smelled of dark roast and burnt sugar, the kind of…
When a hidden son is exposed, a tech empire wages war on the family who betrayed them. The Photograph at the Café The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the café’s awning still dripped with the memory of it.…
She hid his son for five years. Now the Ravenwood heir will burn the world to have them back. The Ghost Returns The downtown coffee shop smelled of burnt espresso and synthetic vanilla. Dante Crane sat at the corner table…
A six-year-old secret, a ruthless dynasty, and the love that finally fights back. The Ghost at the Sidewalk Café The sidewalk café occupied a pocket of sunlight between two high-rises, its wrought-iron tables spilling onto the cracked pavement like afterthoughts.…
A mafia heir, a waitress, and a six-year-old secret that could destroy two families. The Forgotten Flame The salt-crusted windows of The Salty Siren Café fogged against the late October chill, blurring the line between the roiling Atlantic and the…
Six years ago she left him. Now the pack’s enemies threaten the son he never knew. The Golden-Eyed Boy The coffee shop smelled of burnt espresso and artificial vanilla. Freya Delacroix watched the steam curl from her cup, counting the…
He built an empire from nothing. She kept his son a secret. Now a contract marriage will burn them all. The Ghost From Six Years Ago The downtown Manhattan coffee shop smelled of overroasted espresso and someone’s fading jasmine perfume.…
A seven-year-old secret shatters a billionaire’s empire. Can love rebuild it from the ashes? The Pawn in the Coffee Shop The coffee shop hummed with the particular frequency of money—the low thrum of espresso machines, the percussive click of laptop…