While Justice Sleeps Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE Oops! I Slept in the Wrong Bed Some mistakes can be fixed with a simple apology. Some can be erased by simply forgetting they ever happened. But what if one mistake became the beginning of a story you never expected? Maeve Quinn Ramos is a hardworking, playful, and delightfully absent-minded college student who has just moved into a condominium near her university. Burdened by endless school requirements, sleepless nights, and a schedule that never seems to slow down, all she wants is to find a comfortable bed where she can finally get a good night's sleep.

Then, like a storm cloud gathering, his expression hardened, armor snapping back into place. “I can’t sleep,” he muttered, sitting up. His voice was gravelly, roughened by exhaustion and something darker. Amara pushed herself up on her elbows. “You’ve barely rested in days. You need sleep, Liam.” “I don’t need sleep,” he snapped, the edge in his voice sharper than he intended. Immediately, regret softened his expression, and his shoulders sank. “I need justice.” The word hung between them like a blade, suspended and dangerous. Amara reached for his hand, gently uncurling his tight fist. “Justice and vengeance aren’t the same thing.”