The first time I laid eyes on him, I was working the bar in a seedy nightclub.Sitting there wrapped in his tailored suit with his legs spread like he owned the ground beneath my feet, I knew he was trouble.I thought he wanted to buy me. I was relieved when he didn’t.But I underestimated Julian Rinaldi. He doesn’t buy girls. He doesn’t need to.When Julian decides he wants something — he takes it. Arrogant. Possessive. Lethal. Deadly.Out of his goddamn mind.And now? Now I fear I may be just as mad as he is.
The Star Coin Prophecy
When local science reporter Ruth Anders gets invited to a national press conference for the Kepler project, she knows it’s
