It was like a scene from a bad movie.I watched in horror as the shot glassslipped from my fingers landing in his lap.Aleksandr Avilov is danger and temptation rolled into a very sexy package.He is everything I know I should avoid, but don't want to.After spilling vodka all over his perfectly tailored suit, he insists that I have a drink with him.One drink turns into one night, and I thought that would be the end of it. No strings, no complication...

He's her captor, her protector... and the father of her child.TaliaServing cocktails with morning sickness is bad enough. Stumbling into a mob hit? Nightmare. Running is my only choice. Although I never expected to run into him. Alek. The hook-up I can't forget.The guy I saw murdered was his brother. And he'll do anything to find the killer—even if that means keeping me under lock and key until I I.D. the shooter. Now, he's the only...

My dream? Escape this hellhole and become a songwriter in L.A. My reality? My scumbag father emptied my bank account and bet me in a poker game.Not just to anyone—but to Radomir Molchanov. The King of Vegas. The sinfully drop-dead gorgeous owner of the Diamond Hotel and Casino. Oh, and the cold-blooded head of the Molchanov Bratva.Radomir has claimed me—body and soul. His touch sets me on fire, his icy gaze sends shivers down my spine, and his cruel smirk r...

I pressed my hands against his wound to keep him alive. He decided that meant I belonged to him.I'm a trauma surgeon. I live by control. I walk into chaos, stop the bleeding, and walk away. Detached. Steady. Untouched. Until the night I kneel in blood and press my hands against a dying man's wound while he looks at me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive. I tell myself I'll never see him again. I'm wrong. Kiren Sovarin doesn't ask for gratitude. He do...

It all started with a fake baby bump. Then, I really got knocked up. Now, I've been stolen by Russian Special Forces. This wasn't supposed to happen.I had my escape planned. One last time letting him tie me up, strip me down, and own me completely. Then? I was betrayed—by my own damn hormonal body.One second, I was drunk on pleasure. The next? A sharp nip to my overly sensitive nipple made me scream—not in bliss like usual, but in agonizing pain.

He didn't ask for my name.He told me I was his.One night. That's all it took. A stolen kiss that turned into a deal with the devil himself.Daniil Zorin—cold-eyed heir to the Chicago Bratva. Ruthless. Merciless. The kind of man who takes what he wants… and what he wanted was me.He offered me a bargain soaked in danger.Be his wife for a weekend. Wear his ring. Play the part.In return, he'd bankroll the dream I ...

Lying to the Bratva king was stupid. Letting him touch me was fatal.I snuck into Miami's most elite mafia gala pretending to be a Russian heiress.My mission? Expose the Bratva king who's buying up the city in blood and blackmail.But Renat Rostov doesn't just see the truth—he owns it.He sees through my fake name. My fake diamonds. My fake confidence.And instead of turning me in… he turns me on.Now I'm in too deep—in his mansio...

I was free for exactly five days. I found my chance and I ran. Crossed oceans. Changed names. Then Ruslan Dragunov found me.I thought he'd kill me. Instead, he forced a ring onto my finger and a contract onto my soul. He's as unpredictable as hell.His wife. His prisoner. His weapon. And now, we're going back to Vegas. To retrieve Elana. The child I left with my sister—the child he knows is Gavriil Mirochin's.But it isn’t just about reve...

"I told you, Bella, you're not going anywhere...You're mine now, little spitfire."Oh, the joys of being the daughter of a highly sought-after criminal defense attorney who's probably got every mob boss on his client roster.It's also the reason I drive everywhere in a bulletproof car and live in a heavily guarded house.Caught in a web of power, desire, and family loyalty, Isabella and Andrey must navigate their intertwined destinies.Will they find freedom or ...

I thought the monster in my nightmares was just that—a nightmare. Until I woke up in his dungeon.I expected to wake up tangled in my husband's arms. His wicked hands dragging me back into bliss. Instead, I'm barefoot on a freezing cot and I'm dressed like a trauma surgeon who lost her shoes. This sucks and I'm scared. The cotton sheets and silk robes are gone, replaced by chains, shadows, and a cast-iron door.At first, I thought it was Radomir. Tha...

"I told you, Bella, you're not going anywhere... You're mine now, little spitfire."What's worse than having a drink dumped all over me on my birthday? Sucker punching the guy that did it… And then finding out he's a dangerous Bratva boss.I went to the Velvet Lounge to celebrate my 21st birthday and escape my father's iron grip. He secretly betrothed me to his client's son… Now, I'm expected to marry him on my birthday!Instead, I bumped into Andrey B...

He's her captor, her protector... and the father of her child.TaliaServing cocktails with morning sickness is bad enough. Stumbling into a mob hit? Nightmare. Running is my only choice. Although I never expected to run into him. Alek. The hook-up I can't forget.The guy I saw murdered was his brother. And he'll do anything to find the killer—even if that means keeping me under lock and key until I ID the shooter. Now, he's the only o...