Ordinary Tara Noland leads a boring existence until she sees something she was never meant to observe. Head of the Russian mafia in his city, Alexei Varnakov can’t let her go after she witnesses him murdering an underling. He should follow the code of the vory v zakone and eliminate her, but he can’t. Instead, he decides to keep the fiery redhead. It’s the only way she can stay alive, but she’s defiant and fights him at every turn. He can break his little fox with passion, but can he ever win her trust? This is a full-length short novel of approximately 50,000 words with a happy ending and no cliffhangers. This story contains violence and sexual situations some readers might find objectionable. If you don’t like darker erotic romances, this mafia romance might not be the book for you. However, if you enjoy a possessive Alpha male who takes what he wants despite a defiant woman determined to resist him, wickedly dark acts meant to break resistance, and rough (but consensual) sex, get ready to meet “Alexei.”

    Two months ago she completely stopped speaking. Her psychiatrist thought a gentler presence around the house might be good for her. She suggested a nanny for the child. Naturally, I would do anything that would help her regain her happy childhood.But I didn't expect the woman who stepped into my office. Yeah, she's got my attention, all right, but for all the wrong reasons. I sure as hell don't need this ripe fruit to distract me day and night in my own home.I tell her she hasn't got the job, and watch her leave my study, but Fate has other plans. Resistance is futile.AprilHe lives in a white mansion in London's Knightsbridge, a magnet for playboys and Russian billionaires.   Big, burly bodyguards look at me as if I've not come for a job interview, but to steal the family silver. Whatever. I maintain my professionalism, I'm determined to get this intriguing job of caring for the girl who refuses to speak. A prim woman leads me to his study. She knocks, and a deep, smooth voice beckons us to enter. The door opens and I set eyes on Yuri Volkov.OMG.His eyes are like a wolf's. Pitiless. Mesmerizing Dangerous. Obviously he Is drop dead wrong but, I can't stop imagining his big, tanned hands caressing every inch of me. After the briefest interview in the history of interviews he informs me I haven't got the job. As I walk away, humiliated, from his study, it happens. The unthinkable.And I'm suddenly back in the game.

    This is messy. This is ratchet. Girl meets fierce Russian. Girl falls for fierce Russian. But there’s only one little problem. The man of her dreams is already married. And it gets even worse… To her sister. Is there any chance that this love story will end with a happily ever after? Maxim is a steamy, stand-alone, Russian mafia romance. It is not appropriate for readers under 18 due to sizzling HAWT love scenes!

    Lines are blurred. Choices are never black and white. And the life you thought you knew is... one giant lie.He was dead.And I didn't want his life to be in vain, so I tried to make something of myself. I tried and failed.Now he's back. Alive. And he wants something...Me.Nobody ever said the mafia played fair.Welcome to The Family.

    "No we don't.""I need you to look at me." he whispers taking a step towards me. "Nathan-""Look at me." he interrupts.He is being so demanding, why is that so hot?I sigh but force myself to look up and meet his gaze. His green eyes look so troubled."I need to know if this is how you're going to act every time I kiss you." he says softly. "Because in that case I'll have to stop and believe me, I don't want to." he says gazing at my lips."You realize that this is a bad idea right?" I ask him.There is a smile playing on his lips. "Is it?"I roll my eyes at him. "Yes, a really, really bad idea." His hand goes to my cheek and he begins to stroke it with the back of his hand. "It doesn't feel that way."I grab his hand to make him stop doing that, not wanting to fall into his charms but it's too late anyway. "You want to keep kissing me..." I whisper."All the time..." he says, our lips are so close that I can feel them move against mine as he talks."You can't tell anyone about this..." I whisper closing my eyes. "About what?" he says closing the gap between us. "It's just a kiss..."

    Mine. If I were a better man, I would've just let her go. But I'm not. I'm a cruel bastard. I ruthlessly claimed her virtue for my own.It should have been enough. But it wasn't. I needed more. Craved it. She became my obsession. Her sweetness and purity taunted my dark soul. The need to possess her nearly drove me mad. A Russian arms dealer had no business pursuing a naive librarian student. She didn't belong in my world. I would bring her only pain. But it was too late…She was mine and I was keeping her.

    He has 3 rules for me. 1) Obey. 2) Tell no one ANYTHING about him. Rule 3 gives me a peek into just how depraved, alpha and possessive he really is. My life is about to be twisted up in knots. He will hurt me. Love me. Set my body on fire with passion. He will kill for me.Full & complete story - bit.ly/tommyandtia Free in Kindle Unlimited.Book 2 - Dario Ferrano - bit.ly/dareandangelBook 3 - More Tommy & More Dare - bit.ly/dominator3unboundOR box set - bit.ly/dominatorboxsetAnd then Saved, a spin-off that's even darker - bit.ly/lexandholly

    One night and everything in my life changed. Two words and my world turned dark. “Take her”.Owing the most ruthless crime lord in Garden City five million dollars, my husband chose to trade me and my children away to save himself. I was on the cusp of freedom, so close to divorcing that scumbag I was married to. Now I’m enslaved to a man who is obsessed with me. A man so wicked and beautiful, they call him Lucifer. So alluring, he makes the angels weep with envy. He’s so powerful, I can’t stop myself from bending to his will. He’s determined to master me, and he won’t rest until I give him all. He wants my light, and he wants my dark. He wants my body, and he wants my heart. But most of all, he wants the one thing I can’t give him. The one thing I can’t bear to part with…

    She needs a fake fiancé. I need to claim her. Possess her. Brand her with my c*ck. Her curves, her innocence, every sweet, delicious inch of her untouched body … they’re mine. Even if she doesn’t know it yet. By the time this week is over, our fake relationship is going to be so real that she’ll be screaming my name while I ride her to heaven. Her parents are going to hate me, but I don’t care. Lucy’s mine. And if they try to interfere? They’ll find out that I’m not someone you want to cross. Strap in and hold on for this insta-heat ride! This possessive alpha male knows what he wants … and how to get it. As always, this book is safe, with no cheating and a HEA guaranteed. Enzo is the third installment in a series; each book stands alone, so they can be read in any order, but reading them in sequence provides extra benefits.

    She was Nina Hunt. Singer. Songwriter. Music Royalty--and she suffered from a broken heart. Returning from her latest world tour, Nina became a recluse. The only way she knew how to get over her very public breakup with her movie star ex-boyfriend, was to put her pen to pad. Being a musical genius and star didn't mean she was without flaws. She had fame and fortune, but it all meant nothing if she couldn't find someone to love her despite her many imperfections.Sid McFarland took one look at the woman in his office and knew he was in trouble. Her bronze skin, perfect smile, and sexy curves caused a stirring in his chest that he knew he would be unable to pursue. She was his client. She needed help, but the more time they spent together, the more he knew she should be his.The intense passion between Sid and Nina should be illegal. Their steam filled passion was something that songwriters dreamt about writing. They are from two different worlds, and there are those who want to do nothing but remind them of how different they are. Will their love be enough to keep the world from tearing them apart?Pieces of Me is a sexy and steamy interracial romance novel that will have readers becoming addicted to the writings of Peyton Banks.

    . .Mafiya enforcer Aleksandr "The Siberian" Sevastyan’s loyalty to his boss is unwavering, until he meets the boss’s long-lost daughter, a curvy, tantalizing redhead who haunts his mind and heats his blood like no other. Ordered to protect her, Sevastyan will do anything to possess her as well—on his own wicked terms.Rules are made to be broken . . .PhD student Natalie Porter had barely recovered from her first sight of the breathtakingly gorgeous Sevastyan before the professional hit man whisks her away to Russia, thrusting her into a world of extreme wealth and wanton pleasures. With every day she spends under his protection, she falls deeper under his masterful spell.Are you ready to play?Yet all is not as it seems. To remove Natalie from an enemy’s reach, Sevastyan spirits her into hiding. From an opulent palace in Russia to the decadent playgrounds of the mega-wealthy in Paris, the two lovers will discover that even their darkest—and most forbidden—fantasies can come true…

    But when he met Carly, and hired her to work for him, he couldn’t stop the feeling. He refuses to admit it to himself, or anyone else, as their relationship remains his precious secret. But when his beloved, Carly Sinatra, finds herself in trouble, his actions speak for him. With help from her father, Big Daddy Charles Sinatra, and her uncle, Mick the Tick Sinatra, as well as a heaping side dish of the Gabrinis, Trevor is willing to turn this world upside down to keep Carly safe. In the first installment of a new series, Trevor Reese learns the hard way that falling in love in his profession can be hazardous to his health.

    She thinks she’s nothing compared to her younger sister, but she’s wrong. Bella is everything, and I’m going to prove to her that I’m worthy to be her husband. Once I’ve exacted my vengeance on all who seek to take what I’ve fought and killed for, I’ll have my beauty on her back, panting my name, and thanking God I claimed her as mine. BellaMy first husband found me plain and unappealing -- but now he’s dead, and I have to look out for my sister, as well as my own neck. But Santino isn’t the mafia king I expect. He’s ruthless, hard, and violent, but not to me. To me, he shows kindness, consideration, and above all, an attraction that I can’t explain. I want him, but my duty to my sister is always at the forefront of my mind. Falling for Santino wasn’t part of my plan, but his irresistible assault may be the only thing that can change me from a Carrera to a Baldoni, but at what cost?*-*MINK's Note: Cuddle up with a kitten, and a cuppa, for this tale of stolen love, and happily-ever-afters.

    My fingers don’t provide the ultimate thumbs up experience. And no man can, that’s for sure. I’m unorgasamable. It’s in the dictionary, right next to my picture. I’ve lost hope even trying. And to make matters worse, now everybody knows thanks to my not so little slip up. And everyone includes him…our new CFO, Carson Cash. I thought CFO meant Can’t F’in Orgasm. He tells me it means Cupcake’s Forever Orgasmic, as in he's going to eat me for desert while he has me seeing stars over and over and over again as he shoots me into the stratosphere. He’s 100% confident he’s going to turn my broken down sex life into a multi-orgasmic machine. My mom always said, “Don’t fish off the company pier,” but he’s no red herring, and I’m not the one fishing. He’s a shark and and he's circling, but when he gives me a naked call should I exercise my option and let him straddle my butterfly spread? He’s got me wanting to pivot tables left and right in his office, so we can merge each and every cell, but will he be just another crash or have I finally met the only man who truly knows how to excel? *CFO is an insta-everything standalone romance with an HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

    A missing friend. Two loyalties, ripping me apart. I had a plan. Get in, get my information, and get out. Easy, right?Turns out, infiltrating the Irish mafia isn’t exactly what I thought it would be. I just wanted a soldier. Someone I could flirt with to get me in the door. That’s when Lachlan Crow noticed me. Problem was, he wasn’t a soldier. No, he was next in line for the throne of the Irish underworld. And he was determined to hate me from the outset. My sob story about needing a job? Yeah, he wasn’t buying that either. Too bad for him, I won’t let anyone get in the way of my mission. Who cares if we have some kind of crazy chemistry? He’s the worst kind of wrong- and I would never in a million years be with a guy like him. Because they took her from me, and I’m going to make them pay.