He never knew he had an eight-year-old son; now the Blackthorns want the boy’s golden eyes. The Boy with Gold-Flecked Eyes The rain had been falling on Portland since Tuesday. It was now Thursday, and the city had stopped pretending…
He never knew he had a son. The Aldridges know. Now the wolf comes home. The Gold in His Eyes
They gave him one night. She gave him a son. Now the Covingtons want both. The Gold-Eyed Boy The Daily Grind Café smelled of burnt espresso and wet wool. Rain streaked the windows in thin, gray ribbons, distorting the early…
He returned for revenge, but found the son he never knew—and a love worth saving. Coffee and Gold Eyes The coffee shop on Melrose was a cathedral of engineered chaos, all exposed brick and Edison bulbs, its air thick with…
He never knew about his son. Now the Whitmores want them—and Xavier will kill for his hidden heir. The Gold in His Eyes The coffee shop smelled of scorched milk and damp coats, the kind of February smell that clung…
She hid his son for six years. Now the alpha king demands the truth—and her heart. The Gold-Flicker Boy The coffee shop smelled of burnt espresso and wet wool, a Tuesday-morning crush of commuters and mothers with strollers. Valentina Harrington…
She kept his son hidden, but when Liam’s eyes flicker gold, a rival pack comes for the alpha heir. The Gold in His Eyes The coffee shop operated on a rhythm Elena had memorized within her first week of motherhood:…
A seven-year-old’s golden eyes expose a hidden son, a studio conspiracy, and the Alpha who never stopped hunting. Milk, Cocoa, and Gold Eyes The espresso machine hissed like a struck snake, its steam curling through the golden California morning. Behind…
He survived the Penumbra system to come home. She kept his son hidden. Ravenwood’s apocalypse just found its match. Seven Years and One Gold Flicker The city smelled like rust, diesel, and rain that hadn’t fallen yet. Caden Davenport stood…
One abandoned mate. One hidden son. One alpha who will burn the world to reclaim them. Gold Eyes in a Coffee Shop The coffee shop smelled of burnt espresso and cheap vanilla syrup, a combination Lyra Ashford had learned to…