Novels by Kane Wilder

Marcus Kane vanished like smoke after the warning, his phone going straight to voicemail and his luxury apartment empty when they broke in under cover of night. Elara’s heart hammered as they searched the lavish space, finding overturned drawers and a half-packed suitcase that suggested he had left in a hurry. The tech heir who had once offered them help now looked like another player in the deadly game, his sudden disappearance screaming guilt or fear. Jax’s jaw was locked tight, suspicion burning in his eyes as he rifled through Marcus’s desk. Every shadow in the penthouse felt like a threat, every creak of the floorboards making Elara jump.The hunt for answers had just become more dangerous. Marcus held pieces of the puzzle they desperately needed, and his disappearance meant the truth was slipping further away. Elara felt the weight of betrayal pressing down on her chest as they left the apartment, stepping back into the dangerous Los Angeles streets where eyes seemed to watch th

The abandoned port warehouse loomed like a tomb under the moonlight, rusted metal groaning in the wind as Elara stood beside Jax, heart hammering so violently she could feel it in her throat. Diego Rivera waited in the shadows with Lila bound and gagged at his feet, her best friend’s eyes wide with terror. The air reeked of salt, oil, and the metallic promise of violence. Jax’s hand stayed on his gun, body coiled like a spring ready to snap. Every second stretched into eternity as they faced the man who held Lila’s life in his hands.Diego smiled coldly, rifle resting casually against his shoulder. “You came. Good. The girl lives if you give me what I want. The access codes to the final accounts. All of them.” His eyes flicked to Elara, lingering too long, making her skin crawl. The deal felt like a trap wrapped in silk, and Elara could feel the noose tightening around all of them with every word.Jax stepped forward, voice low and lethal. “Let her go first. Then we talk.” The negotia

Detective Lena Torres waited in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Los Angeles, her dark hair pulled back tight and her eyes sharp as knives in the dim light. Elara’s heart raced as they approached her, the air thick with the smell of rust and danger. Torres had risked everything to meet them off the record, her badge glinting like a warning under the single flickering bulb overhead. “You two are in deeper than you know,” she said, voice low and urgent. “The ports aren’t just about money. They’re about power. And your parents were right in the middle of a war they couldn’t win.”Jax stayed close to Elara, his hand on her lower back like a brand, body tense and ready for violence at the slightest provocation. Torres’s gaze flicked between them, noting the possessive way he held her. The detective’s words carried weight that made Elara’s stomach twist. Every revelation felt like another layer of the web tightening around their throats.Torres handed them a flash drive,

Gunfire ripped through the elegant Beverly Hills gala like thunder in a crystal palace, shattering chandeliers and sending screams echoing off marble walls. Elara’s heart exploded in her chest as Jax yanked her down behind an overturned table, his body shielding hers from the flying bullets. Glass rained down around them like deadly confetti while guests scrambled for cover in their expensive gowns and suits. The beautiful event had turned into a war zone in seconds, and Sienna’s partial confession still burned in Elara’s mind like poison.Jax’s hand gripped hers hard enough to bruise as he pulled her toward a side exit, gun already in his other hand. “Stay low,” he growled, voice sharp with command. Bullets whizzed past them, embedding in the wall inches from their heads. The chaos was absolute, people trampling each other in panic while masked attackers moved through the crowd with deadly purpose. Elara’s dress tore at the hem as they ran, but she didn’t care. Survival was the only

The Beverly Hills gala glittered like a trap wrapped in diamonds, chandeliers casting golden light over elegant dresses and tailored suits that hid deadly secrets beneath their perfect folds. Elara stood beside Jax in a sleek black gown that clung to her curves, feeling every eye in the room on them as whispers spread like poison through the crowd. The same people who had attended her parents’ funeral now smiled with false sympathy, their gazes sharp and calculating. Jax’s hand stayed possessively on her lower back, fingers digging in just enough to remind her she was his in this den of vipers.Sienna approached them first, elegant and dangerous in a blood-red dress, her smile never reaching her eyes. “My dears, you look stunning together. The perfect power couple.” Her words dripped with double meaning, eyes flicking between them with barely concealed hunger for whatever game she was playing. The air felt thick with unspoken threats as the orchestra played on, masking the danger swir

The sterile hospital corridor smelled of disinfectant and fear as Elara rushed toward Kai’s room, Jax’s hand gripping hers like a lifeline. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry hornets, casting harsh shadows on the pale walls. Kai lay in the bed looking pale and broken, machines beeping steadily around him. His eyes lit up when he saw her, but the pain in them cut Elara deep. Someone had tried to silence him permanently for digging too deep into the port secrets.Jax stayed close, body tense and ready for violence, his jealousy simmering just beneath the surface as Elara leaned over the bed to squeeze Kai’s hand. The sight of her touching another man, even her injured ex, made Jax’s jaw clench tight enough to crack. The air in the small room grew thick with unspoken tension as Kai whispered what he had discovered before the attack.Kai’s voice was weak but urgent. “Sienna… she’s been running everything from the shadows. Your mother found out and tried to stop her. That’s