Novels by Kane Wilder

The upscale Beverly Hills cafe buzzed with the quiet power of old money and newer secrets. Elara sat across from her aunt Sienna at a corner table draped in crisp white linen, her pulse racing faster than the espresso machine behind the counter. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, catching on Sienna’s elegant gold jewelry and the sharp calculation in her eyes. Jax sat beside Elara like a coiled spring, his thigh pressed tightly against hers under the table, one hand gripping her knee with possessive force.Sienna leaned forward, her voice low and smooth as silk. “Your parents didn’t just build an empire. They stole pieces of it from people who never forget. The inheritance they left behind? It’s poisoned. Half the board wants you two gone. The other half wants to use you as pawns.”Elara’s breath caught. Jax’s fingers dug harder into her knee, a silent warning. Every word from her aunt felt like another thread in a web closing around them.Sienna sipped her latte, perfectly c

Moonlight spilled across the Malibu sand like liquid silver, turning the wet shoreline into something almost magical. Elara walked barefoot beside Jax, the cold waves licking at her ankles while her heart still raced from the fresh threat letter they had burned in the cabin fireplace. The slashed photo of her smiling face refused to leave her mind. Someone wanted her terrified. Someone wanted her dead. And the man walking next to her, the one who had just fucked her senseless against the bed, might be playing the most dangerous game of all.Jax’s hand brushed hers as they walked. He didn’t hold it. Not quite. But the almost-touch sent sparks racing up her arm. The ocean whispered secrets they both refused to fully share. Tension crackled between them thicker than the salt in the air. Every step felt like walking a tightrope over everything they hadn’t said since she found his notebook.“You’re still angry with me,” Jax said quietly, his voice rough against the sound of the waves. He s

Marcus Kane stood in the pouring rain like a ghost from their old life, his expensive coat soaked through and his eyes locked on Elara with something far too intense. The words he had just spoken still hung in the damp cabin air like poison. Proof that Jax was involved in the murders. Elara’s heart slammed against her ribs as she stared at her stepbrother’s best friend and rival, the tech heir who had always lingered a little too long around her at family parties.Jax moved first, shoving the door wider while keeping his gun hidden but ready. “You’ve got some fucking nerve showing up here.” His voice was pure ice, but Elara caught the flicker of betrayal in his eyes. Marcus stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, water dripping onto the floor as he looked straight at her, ignoring Jax completely.“I’m here to save you, Elara,” Marcus said, his deep voice smooth and urgent. “I have files. Bank records. Timestamps that put Jax at the mansion that night before the killings even

Lila stumbled deeper into the cabin, rain and blood mixing on her clothes. Elara caught her before she could collapse, heart hammering at the sight of her best friend’s battered face. One eye was already swelling shut. A nasty gash ran along her cheekbone. The girl who usually lit up every room with her bright laugh now looked like she had been dragged through hell.“They know you’re with him,” Lila gasped, clutching Elara’s arm. “The men from that night. They grabbed me outside my apartment. Asked where you were hiding.”Jax locked the door and moved like a shadow, checking the windows again. His body was still tense from their earlier fight and the raw sex that had followed. Elara could still feel the ache between her legs, the evidence of his release slowly leaking down her thigh. She pushed the thought away and helped Lila to the couch.“Tell me everything,” Elara said, grabbing the first aid kit with shaking hands. Outside, the storm continued its relentless assault, mirroring th

Elara’s world narrowed to the single line in Jax’s notebook. Use Elara as bait. The words blurred, then sharpened into something ugly and sharp. Her fingers trembled around the pages as betrayal slammed into her chest like a fresh gunshot. This was why he had been texting secret coordinates. This was why he kept disappearing. She wasn’t his to protect. She was his weapon.Rage exploded through her veins. She spun around just as Jax stepped back into the room with two bottles of water. Without thinking, she slapped him hard across the face. The crack echoed louder than the storm outside."You bastard," she hissed, voice shaking with fury. "You’ve been using me this whole time?"Jax’s head snapped to the side. A red mark bloomed on his cheek. For a split second surprise flashed across his face, then his hazel eyes darkened into something dangerous. He dropped the bottles. Water spilled across the wooden floor as he advanced on her like a predator."You went through my things?" His voice

The stolen car skidded to a stop outside a remote cabin deep in the hills north of San Diego. Rain hammered the roof like bullets as Jax killed the engine. They had lost the pursuing vehicle after a terrifying ten-minute chase, but the adrenaline still coursed through Elara’s veins like fire. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.Jax didn’t speak. He grabbed their bag and pulled her inside, slamming the door behind them. The cabin was small and dusty, one main room with a bed in the corner and a stone fireplace. Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the sharp lines of his face. Water dripped from his dark hair onto his shoulders.Elara’s back hit the wooden wall before she could even catch her breath. Jax crowded her instantly, his big body pinning her there. His chest heaved, eyes wild with a mixture of fear and raw hunger."You could have died tonight," he growled, voice barely human. "Because you keep pushing me. Because you refuse to just listen."Elara shoved at his chest, but he di