My four-year-old daughter walked up to the man everyone feared and announced she was going to marry him. I thought she'd just cost me my job. Then Alessandro Romano laughed. The wealthy widower hadn't welcomed a child into his silent mansion in years. But Sophie wasn't afraid of his tattoos, his sharp orders, or the men who went quiet whenever he entered a room. She only noticed his sad eyes. So she gave him her most precious possession: a little gray pebble. He kept it. I should have been thinking about keeping my job. Instead, I started noticing the meals he saved for me, the stories he read to my daughter, and the way he said my name when no one else was listening. Then Sophie recognized a woman in an old photograph. “Mommy, why does he have Grandma’s picture?” My mother had never mentioned Alessandro Romano. And whatever connected our families had been buried long before we arrived.

My four-year-old daughter walked into a billionaire’s meeting, pointed at his future father-in-law, and said, “You told the doctor to lie about the baby.” I was the housekeeper. I expected to lose my job. Instead, Vincent Moretti stopped signing. His fiancée claimed she was carrying his child. Her father wanted the agreement finalized. And my little girl was holding a piece of paper they desperately wanted back. When they tried to frighten her into silence, Vincent stepped between them. I thought exposing their lie would end the trouble. Then someone offered me money to make my daughter take it back—and when I refused, they made it look as though I had already been paid. Now the man who protected us has every reason to question me. And losing his trust is beginning to frighten me almost as much as losing my heart.

Sarah Miller knew every server working that night. The man pulling a gun from his jacket wasn’t one of them. And he wasn’t aiming at notorious crime boss Lorenzo Caruso. He was aiming at Lorenzo’s six-year-old son. Sarah ran. Three bullets later, she woke in a hospital with a shattered routine, a terrified younger brother, and a dangerous man who refused to leave her unprotected. She wanted to go home. Lorenzo wanted her somewhere his enemies couldn’t reach. Then his family tried to send her away. “Sarah is my wife.” There had been no proposal. No wedding. Not even a warning. Now Sarah wears a borrowed ring in a house full of secrets, beside a man whose tenderness unsettles her more than his reputation. His little boy begs her not to disappear. His enemies want to know what she saw. And Lorenzo is beginning to want far more than a chance to repay her.

Ethan Vance arrives at a luxury hotel carrying his sleeping daughter and a crushed bouquet of roses for his late wife. The receptionists see his wet jacket and decide he doesn’t belong. They refuse to help. They dismiss the housekeeper who offers his daughter a blanket. They have no idea he owns the hotel. One phone call exposes their mistake. But before Ethan can take his daughter upstairs, the manager produces an envelope in his dead wife’s handwriting—addressed to Ethan and the housekeeper he has just met. He came to remember the woman he loved. Now he must discover the part of her life she never shared.

Twenty-two days after burying her son, Liana Graves takes a housekeeping job because grief doesn't pay the rent. She expects dirty laundry and polished silver. She doesn't expect Matteo Varric’s inconsolable baby—or the way he stops crying the moment he sees her. Matteo trusts almost no one. Yet his son reaches for the new maid, settles against her chest, and falls asleep to a tune she once sang to her own child. Liana tells herself the familiar gestures mean nothing. Then she discovers a tiny scar she knows too well. As she and Matteo grow closer, a troubling connection between their children begins to emerge. For Liana, the truth could mean an impossible second chance. For Matteo, it could mean losing everything he thought he had left.

My father traded me for a canceled debt. My boyfriend sent me away so he could marry my stepsister. Neither expected me to survive the sleeping prince’s wolf. Prince Lucien Voss has been unconscious for months. His parents need an heir, but his deadly spirit wolf refuses every woman brought to his bedside. Until me. The beast everyone fears presses its muzzle into my trembling hand—and suddenly, the girl nobody wanted becomes the Luna Princess. Now I sleep beside a man who cannot answer me. I change his shirts, tend his scars, and whisper things I would never confess to anyone awake. Then my former lover follows me into the palace, determined to use my new position to claim a kingdom. I escape him and stumble back to the prince’s bed. A warm hand closes around my wrist. The sleeping prince opens his eyes. “Who touched you?”

After twelve hours caring for everyone but herself, nurse Hannah Brooks collapses on a rain-soaked Chicago sidewalk. The stranger who catches her is gentle—until her sleeve slips and he sees the bruises. Damen Moretti is a man people know better than to cross. Hannah should be frightened of his attention. Instead, when her controlling ex refuses to let her go, Damen’s home becomes the first place she can sleep without listening for footsteps. Behind closed doors, the ruthless mafia boss remembers how she takes her coffee, lets her scold him over his injuries, and looks at her as though wanting her is the one thing he cannot control. But his protection comes with enemies, and his tenderness conceals a grief he has never explained. As Hannah begins to trust him with her heart, Damen must decide how much of his carefully built empire he will risk to keep her in his arms.

For two years, I kept my head down and did my job. Then my six-year-old daughter walked into Adrian Kane’s private corridor and asked Manhattan’s most feared billionaire to be her daddy. Her reason broke my heart. His response changed everything. Adrian rules a world where powerful men obey him without question. Yet my daughter critiques his pancakes, steals his fries, and somehow makes him laugh. I should be careful. He is my boss, his family is dangerous, and Mia is already saving him a seat at our table. But then he asks to take me to dinner—without my daughter. And I begin to wonder how long he has been looking at me that way.

Everyone knew better than to interrupt Alessandro Moretti’s private meetings. Then a little girl in a yellow dress walked in and asked to borrow him for a day. Sophia wanted swings, ice cream, and someone to sit beside her mommy on the park bench. Maria, the maid who had raised her, expected to lose her job. Instead, New York’s most feared mafia boss cleared his schedule. For one beautiful afternoon, Maria let herself imagine a life she had never dared to want. Then Sophia’s purple crayon uncovered a secret—and Alessandro discovered that the little girl holding his hand was his daughter. As buried lies unravel and Sophia’s birth mother returns, Maria fears the family forming around her will become the one thing she cannot keep. But Alessandro has begun looking at her differently. And being wanted by a man like him may be more dangerous to her heart than being feared by everyone else.

For three years, Nathaniel Hayes has searched for a way to help his daughter walk again. Then, at an elegant family celebration, nine-year-old Lily takes the hand of a barefoot boy—and rises from her wheelchair. Nathaniel is stunned. Lily’s grandfather wants the boy removed. But ten-year-old Noah Bennett hasn’t come looking for money or a miracle. He recognizes something in Lily that the adults around her haven’t understood. As an unlikely friendship brings laughter back into the house, Lily begins talking about the accident that killed her mother. And someone in the family has a reason to wish she’d stayed silent.