Three years ago, J.J. Santos, Jr. got himself killed—at least that’s what it said on paper. The DEA resurrected me as Mason Black, forcing me to leave behind everyone I’ve ever cared about, including an angel in blue scrubs I can’t seem to get out of my head.

Her name is Dr. Callie Nicolo, and when our paths cross again, I’m in more danger than ever before. But I’m not about to leave her behind this time. Not even if it compromises my identity and my mission.

I’m the kind of man who wants it all. I’ll find a way to pacify the warring cartels on my tail and make up for lost time with the woman of my dreams. Most importantly, I’ll protect what’s mine—the doc who saved my life in more ways than one, and the little girl waiting for me back in Mexico.

Five years ago, Mithra lost her Mynd. Afterward, shunned by the only comrades she’s ever had, she loses herself in mindless busywork. One day, she rouses herself from her self-imposed exile to help save her ship and the lives of those aboard it, setting a long-strategized plan into action. While Mithra struggles to adjust to her new life, she’s asked to put herself at the frontline of a battle she thought had been won long ago—one that will make her question everything she thought she knew.

Jake’s life flips the moment he uncovers a 3,000-year-old ring with a mind of its own and a taste for chaos. The ring’s voice—Smith—guides him like an ancient, slightly snarky GPS with zero chill and very questionable morals. Suddenly Jake can command storms, animals, and demons, whether he’s ready or not. While Smith insists Jake must become King of Earth, powerful enemies close in, hungry for the ring’s power. Enter Nava, fierce, brilliant, and absolutely done with nonsense. She becomes Jake’s sharp-edged ally, much to Smith’s disapproval. Together they face secret factions, old magic, and a destiny that refuses to behave.