He bared his fangs on screen; now he’ll bare his soul for her and their son. The Coffee Shop Reunion The coffee shop was a pocket of noise wedged between a silent movie lot and the hum of Sunset Boulevard.…
Eight years ago she kept his son a secret. One drawing just brought them all home. The Boy Who Drew a Gate The city had grown teeth in eight years, or maybe it had always had them and Ethan Voss…
One seven-year-old secret. Two broken hearts. A Hollywood star who must grovel to be a father. The Drawing on the Napkin # The Drawing on the Napkin The coffee shop smelled of burnt espresso and vanilla syrup, the kind of…
His first love vanished. Their son is the leverage the Sterlings need. Ethan refuses to lose them again. The Boy in the Window Seat The coffee shop was a trap of ordinary things. Steam hissed from the chrome espresso machine…
One hidden child. One ruthless studio family. One final game where love wins. The Coffee Shop Secret The Hollow Crown had cost Ethan Winslow his marriage, his sanity, and quite possibly his studio, and today he was going to meet…
A father’s return. A hidden son. A marriage contract that becomes their only shield. The Return and the Coffee-Stained Reunion # The Return and the Coffee-Stained Reunion The city had grown fat in his absence. Ethan Rutherford stood on the…
He lost his son before he knew he had one; now he’ll fight Hollywood with the truth. The Coffee Cup Confession The coffee stand was called The Buoy, and it had not changed in nine years. Same whitewashed shipping container,…
A ruthless billionaire. A contract marriage. A hidden son. When the past finds them, he will claim both. The Boy in the Coffee Shop The coffee shop sat on the corner of Ash and Ninth, a glass box of warm…
A father’s love defies a dynasty’s greed in a game of survival. The Last Safe Morning # The Last Safe Morning The whine of the table saw died, and silence rushed into the workshop. Rowan Voss lifted his safety glasses,…
A child from the past. A love reborn. A war for family. The Drawing Left Behind # The Drawing Left Behind Julian Winslow had never been a man for coffee. He preferred whiskey—single malt, aged eighteen years, served in crystal…