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…
A billionaire alpha. A runaway omega. An eight-year-old secret that changes everything. Cinnamon and Consequences The espresso machine hissed like a warning. Aurora Prescott’s fingers moved with practiced precision—tamp, lock, steam—but her eyes were elsewhere. Counting the exits. One front…
A hidden son, a secret bond, and a wolf’s vow to protect his pack. The Golden Glow The coffee shop on Mercer Street smelled of burnt espresso and the artificial sweetness of flavored syrups. Clara Waverly counted the change in…
Six years ago, one night. Now, a six-year-old secret who will tear down a corporate dynasty. The Coffee Stain The coffee shop at Brighton and 3rd operated on a fault line. On one side of the counter, men in charcoal…
One night cost them everything. Seven years later, their son is the key. The Boy With Gold Eyes The rain came down in sheets over the Old Quarter, slicking the cobblestones to mirrors that reflected the neon glow of late-night…
An 8-year-old secret binds a Hollywood werewolf to his fated mate as corporate predators close in. The Coffee Shop Collision The morning light sliced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Café Lux, catching the edges of Freya Prescott’s untouched latte and…
A Hollywood heir, a secret son, and a vow written in silver and blood. The Silver Blade Clause The rain fell in sheets across the Hollywood Hills, turning the neon signs of Sunset Boulevard into bleeding watercolors. Inside a vinyl…
A single mother returns to her werewolf alpha ex for a contract marriage to save their hidden son. The Price of Silence The coffee shop in the human quarter hummed with the mundane rhythm of afternoon trade. Steam curled from…
He thought he was protecting a secret. The secret was protecting him. The Reckoning Order The afternoon sun cut through the plate-glass windows of The Grindstone Café at a perfect forty-degree angle, spilling amber light across the scarred oak tables…