The Siren of Fifth Avenue
Chapter One The jazz music poured from the speakeasy on 47th Street like honey from a wound—sweet, slow, and impossible to ignore. Inside, the air was thick with cigarette smoke and the kind of desperate joy that only people who had seen too much war could produce. But Selene Ross didn't go to speakeasies. She owned the jewelry store on Fifth Avenue that the people who went to speakeasies...
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