I CARRIED MY SLEEPING DAUGHTER INTO THE LUXURY HOTEL I OWN—THEN TWO FRONT DESK CLERKS LOOKED AT MY WORN JACKET, DENIED US A ROOM, AND TOLD ME TO TRY SOMEWHERE ELSE

Marisol blinked. Then she pulled out her phone. Robert’s eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?” “Creating a family group chat.” “We already have one.” “No,…

“Smile, Claire, or I’ll replace you before dessert.” Nolan Crane said it quietly enough that the guests at table nine could not hear him. His…

Claire Bennett knew the man on her trauma table was dangerous before anyone told her his name. Danger had arrived with him. It filled the…

“Sign before sunrise, or the transplant committee gives your mother’s bed to someone else.” Grant Holloway placed a black fountain pen beside the sleeping woman’s…

The curse left my mouth half a second before the door opened behind me. It was an old Sicilian insult my grandmother had taught me…

“Why did you reject my son?” Grant Holloway did not raise his voice. He never needed to. At fifty-two, the white American crime boss controlled…