Breakfast Murder Club

Clara Hayes looks ordinary. Predictable. Boring.At least, that is what her ex decided when he walked out of a Dallas diner with her cousin on his arm. What he never knew is that Clara is far more than the quiet food safety consultant she appears to be. Her steady routines and meticulous habits are just a mask, one that hides sharper instincts and secrets she has no intention of revealing.Beau Maddox has his own double life. To Harrington, Texas, he is just a rancher with a southern drawl and dimples you could lose yourself in. Behind the cowboy charm is a mercenary with a reputation for getting his hands dirty. When his latest job takes him into the city, a chance encounter at a diner leaves him intrigued by the woman who hides her fire behind a cool facade.They never expect to see each other again-until Orion assigns them the same target. Red Haven Foods is more than a corporate giant, and both Clara and Beau are sent to bring it down. But their factions have very different objectives, and trust is a luxury neither can afford.Sparks fly fast and sharp, their banter cutting as deep as their blades. The closer they get to Red Haven, the more tangled their lies and their hearts become.In a world where loyalty is a weapon and love is a liability, Clara and Beau must decide if they can trust each other or if one will betray the other before breakfast is over.

Driftwood was supposed to be her refuge.A weather-beaten Victorian clinging to the cliffs. A bookstore that smelled of ink and salt air. A quiet town where Jane Fairhaven could disappear behind polite smiles and careful routines-bury her real name, her real sins, and pretend the ghosts in her chest would finally let her breathe.But when her assistant-and closest friend-is found murdered between the shelves, Driftwood turns savage. Outsider. Suspect. Murderer. The words hang in every whisper, every stare.And then there is Detective Malcolm Rakes. Kat's cousin. Driftwood born and bred, but scarred by years in Boston chasing high-profile cases that never closed, carrying secrets that bled into the man he became. His badge may be suspended, but his instincts are still sharp, his gaze as relentless as the tide. He should despise Jane. She should fear him.Instead, something dangerous coils between them. A current built of grief and suspicion, crackling into something darker-desire threaded with ruin. A hunger that blurs the line between enemy and ally, protector and predator.But someone else is watching. Someone who silenced Kat, and who isn't finished. In Driftwood, secrets don't stay buried. They fester. They twist. And surrendering to the wrong man might cost Jane not only her freedom… but her life.