The morning after Cole, Maddie didn’t wake up in his bed. She didn’t need to. She let herself out while he slept, warm and tangled in the sheets, his breath still heavy from what they’d done. His scent clung to her. The…

The rain tapped softly against the tall glass windows of Tyrone’s penthouse office the following evening. The city below buzzed with light, but the interior was hushed, low-lit—like a den designed for seduction and strategy in equal measure. Tyrone stood…

The cabin was quiet again, the evening sun casting long golden rays through the tall pine trees. Jack stood shirtless at the workbench, arms flexing as he planed a fresh slab of cedar. The scent of sawdust mixed with his…

It was late afternoon when the knock came. Jack had just finished sanding down a thick walnut slab for a custom headboard, his shirt long since abandoned in the summer heat. Sweat glistened off his muscled torso, every line of…

Tyrone’s downtown office sat high above the city—sleek, masculine, steel-gray and obsidian décor. The windows ran from floor to ceiling, offering a glittering skyline view that looked like it bowed to him. The city should bow. Tyrone sat behind his desk, shirt unbuttoned…