S.W. Frank

"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

This is the sonnet, Mia Sandra Garcia Suarez recites to the man she loves while gazing upon New York's harbor. She foresees fascism rising, led by the bigot running for office that framed her brother.  

Cole Eniton Lazarus cares deeply for the lovely migrant, Mia, but he's accustomed to being a loner. Growing up poor and without adequate healthcare. He's associated money with premium treatment. Cole's a capitalist and stays out of politics. However, he'll cross paths with a criminal elitist more ruthless than an assassin in love.