

A young woman with mismatched eyes and a traumatic past has built a new family with her crew of friends and they love weed and smoke it everyday, until the night a notorious, married man named Cade walks into their gala and fixes her with a gaze that promises ruin. Now, the safe world she constructed with her found siblings is threatened by a dangerous obsession that refuses to look away.
The air in the grand ballroom shifted when he entered. Genesis felt it in her spine—a cold, primal awareness. Her crew's Spanish chatter died mid-sentence. Cade. The name was a whisper that slithered through the crystal-clinking crowd. He scanned the room, and when his gaze landed on her, it wasn't looking. It was claiming. Her skin prickled, her breath caught, and the flute of champagne in her hand felt suddenly, dangerously fragile.
His gaze lifted, a slow, predatory threat. The power in the room wasn't in the mahogany or the city view, but in the space between her defiance and his surprise. Her body remembered his possession, but here, in his fortress, she planted her feet. The world transformed: not prey in his suite, but a challenger in his den.