The Black Rose

Danny Callahan wasn't looking for trouble. He was just a stockbroker who took a wrong turn down a Manhattan alley on a rainy Tuesday night — and saw something he was never supposed to see. The kind of thing powerful people kill to keep quiet. Danny should have walked away. He almost did. Instead he walked into The Black Rose, an Irish pub on the corner, ordered a whiskey, and met Vivian Cross — the bartender who sees everything, says exactly what she thinks, and doesn't back down from anyone. Including him. By midnight, they're both running. Neither of them asked for this. Neither of them trusts the other. But Danny's face is already in the wrong hands, and the people looking for him don't leave loose ends. Vivian Cross didn't grab her jacket to stand on the sideline. Wall Street has secrets it will kill to keep. Danny has a past he's never told anyone. And somewhere beneath the rain-slicked streets of Manhattan, something much bigger than one wrong turn is about to surface. The Black Rose. Book One.