THE NIGHT SHIFT
About
Marisa Ferraro sells the world one promise: someone is awake so you don’t have to be.
Her company, Vigil, turned that promise into a fortune — night nurses, remote monitors, a control room over the Thames that never goes dark. She hasn’t slept through a full night in eighteen years, and she has never told a living soul why.
Theo Marchant can’t be bought. Not with a raise, not with a title, not with anything her lawyers can write into a contract. He’s broke, sober, and rides through London until dawn because he can’t stand to lie down. When a patient dies alone despite every monitor reading green, Marisa launches a service built on a person instead of a screen — and gets exactly one name.
He turns the monitor to the wall and sits in the dark with a dying stranger. Marisa watches him do it on a feed she isn’t supposed to be watching, and can’t file it as wrong.
What starts as a contract becomes 4am coffee, then photographs she was never meant to receive, then a version of herself she doesn’t recognize — one who comes down to the Watch Floor for a man instead of a crisis.
But Marisa’s oldest instinct, when she’s frightened, is to fix it with money. Theo has spent nine years learning to survive without taking anything from anyone. When her love starts to look, even to her, like one more thing she’s arranged and paid for, she’ll have to learn the one skill her fortune was built to avoid: how to stop watching, and let someone watch over her instead.
A slow-burn, open-door billionaire romance. Book 2 in London Billionaires — interconnected standalones, guaranteed HEA, no cheating.
Content notes: grief, addiction recovery (in the hero’s past), and the death of a secondary character.