Steel Ash

<p>Here's the thing about running for your life through the glittering underbelly of New Chicago-it's surprisingly hard to keep your gown unwrinkled. One minute I was blending into the high society elite at a gala champagne flute in hand the picture of grace under pressure. The next I was dodging fists decoding ancient maps and unraveling a conspiracy so deep it makes the city's shadows look like sunshine. Turns out a stolen artifact-one that might just rewrite the rules of power-isn't exactly the kind of accessory you bring to a party. And then there's Chase my infuriatingly capable maddeningly attractive partner in this high-stakes scavenger hunt. He's all sharp instincts and brooding charm the kind of guy who dives into danger first and asks questions later. Together we're navigating betrayals evading ruthless enemies and trying not to let the weight of the truth-or each other-slow us down. If secrets are currency then I'm holding the jackpot. The question is how long can I keep it before it burns me?</p>