SAME TREE, DIFFERENT BRANCHES. Life goes on in the annex branch of Café Moriartea. Maviel resumes her apprenticeship under Sigmund. Landice is still reading books at the barista's corner. Nikolai is still making sure that the shop is squeaky clean. Everything is going well . . . until the annex branch staff chances upon a case involving the staff of the main branch. A dormant rivalry heats up the same way a cold pasta is reheated in a microwave oven. Coffee isn't the only thing brewing between the two branches of Café Moriartea. * * * * This is the sequel to my 2017 story MORIARTEA. Read that story before reading this one.

REAGAN SERIES #2 |COMPLETED| They killed me, they shot me 3 times in the head, whipped me several times at my back, punched me until my skull cracked, stabbed me on my throat, in short they tortured me. They're animals, a wicked and a demon. THEN I was supposed to be dead. I was supposed to be resting because I'm wick and wrecked. I was supposed to be gone forever in this demonic world. I was supposed to be relief because my HUSBAND and his companions can't hurt me anymore. But I was so wrong. I woke up one day and the first thing I saw is a cold pair of mesmerizing silver eyes. ©2016