THE CHICAGO MAFIA KING WHO DRESSED AS A BEGGAR TO FIND TRUE LOVE—AND THE FEARLESS WAITRESS WHO MADE HIM SURRENDER HIS EMPIRE

Part 1 My stepmother put my clothes on the porch in two black trash bags before the birthday candles had even gone cold. I was…

The next morning, Elias knew she would return before Vincent did. He did not say it. He did not ask the guards at the gate….

The elevator doors closed before Nora let herself breathe. Her reflection stared back from the polished steel: round face pale under fluorescent light, brown hair…

Part 3 Nora did not sleep that night. The lamp burned low on the kitchen table, its flame wavering whenever the spring wind slipped under…

Part 3 The Elkhorn Ranch felt too big without Yates Sloan in it. Olivia had thought the house large when she first arrived, but with…

Part 3 Colter did not ride straight to Lydia after Founder’s Day. He wanted to. That was the part that bothered him. Colter Thorne trusted…