Greed equals ruin, but Noires want it all.

A mask to conceal. A treasure to plunder.

Harrowing heists and a shattering head.

Conquest to conquest, controlling the game.

Cash

No name, no face—just amber eyes and a thief who stole my attention.

She thinks she got the last word. But as the owner of La Lune Noire, a resort for the corrupt, my resources are endless, and I never lose.

When I track down the sly and stunning Sylvie Palmer, I’m mesmerized.

Sparks fly. She feigns disinterest. But I know better.

I chase her across the US with one vision in mind: her dress on my floor. But every encounter has me wanting more. And realizing she’s in trouble. 

The little bandit has an agenda, but the only priceless art I’m after is her. 

Sylvie

Cash Noire is the epitome of bedlam, roguery, and charisma wrapped in a conceited blond. 

Utter disaster.

A billionaire playboy and my unfortunate complication.

I have a job to do, and it isn’t him. But he’s everywhere.

Eventually, my path is clear: shove him into the friend zone, use the Noire resources, and move on.

Plans fail, lines blur, schemes are formed, and the fall is tragic.

Pounding hearts and mind-blowing escapes.

Cliffs and sea and the Dead Man’s Hand.

Someone played us all.