Sleeper

Cassius Lennox has spent eighteen years building an empire for one reason: to bury Preston Sterling, the partner who framed his father, stole his company, and let him die disgraced. Now he's four moves from the end, and the final piece is Sterling's daughter. Make her love him. Let her father watch what it costs.

Seraphina Sterling authenticates paintings. She tells the richest people in the world whether what they bought is real, and she has never been wrong. So when a beautiful, careful stranger manufactures a job to get her alone in a viewing room, she clocks him in ninety seconds: period-correct surface, something buried underneath. She should walk away. Instead she wants to find out what's under the varnish.

What Cassius doesn't know is that Seraphina stopped adoring her father years ago. What she doesn't know is that the man she's quietly playing has already lost the game he thinks he's running, because every night she's near, he sleeps like a man finally allowed to.

Two forgers, each certain they alone see the truth. One tower about to fall. And a buried woman, scraped down and painted over, who might be the realest thing either has ever found.