One I've managed for two years.Right up until she starts dating again, which kicks off a heated argument and ends in a soul-searing kiss. Once that line is crossed, there's no going back.I eat, breathe, and sleep firefighting. It's not just what I do, it's who I am. I fuckin' love this job. I never thought I'd ever let anything come between me and my career, but Natalie isn’t just anything. In fact, she's everything—everything I never knew I wanted but now can't live without.The odds aren't in our favor. If this job doesn't tear us apart, the secret I've been harboring will.

    

     Something isn’t right – hasn’t been since love found its way inside Mama’s Brood – gets more wrong the moment Lucas ‘Big Country’ Beaumont is captivated by the raw sensuality of Stormy Redmond. Never one to be controlled by anything as deceptive as a woman’s nature, Big Country relies on a tried and true system to ensure his dealings with women remain relegated to mutually beneficial transactions that end when he says they end.  Or so it was…before that feeling.  Now, faced with the consequences of one unfortunate decision, and a past that will no longer be ignored, Big Country struggles to contain the truth of his nature lest it destroys everyone he cares about, including Stormy, the one woman capable of showing him why a man would be willing to die for something as foolish as love?

     A ruthless, gorgeous mob boss. A helpless single mother. Their dark, explosive romance… And the baby that it birthed. DIANA I’m a single mom with a six-year old son. But I’m no pushover. When notorious local a$$hole Ethan Chambers comes waltzing into my store with arrogant demands, I tell him to stick it where the sun don’t shine. But pissing him off might’ve been a huge mistake. Now, he’s determined to break me by any means possible. And when he demands my body in exchange for my son’s life, I have no choice but to accept. I never expected to fall for him during our brutal, bound sessions in his office. And I certainly never expected what he asked for when we were done… ETHAN I asked for a favor, and she denied me. Big f**king mistake. No one defies a mob boss like me. I’ve fought and killed more men than I can count to get where I am today. And this curvy little fox will simply be the next to fall on her knees. But having her killed might be unnecessary. A waste of beauty and tempting innocence. Maybe, I can put her to a better use… Like coming to my office whenever I want and pleasing me. With her sassy mouth and smooth hands, she’s exactly the type I like to play with. She’ll bend, she’ll break, she’ll beg me for more. But soon, pure pleasure isn’t enough. I want something more. Something to carry my name after I die. I want a baby… And she’ll be the one to give it to me. FILTHY is a full-length, standalone, super steamy, bad boy mafia romance novel from bestselling author ZOEY PARKER. This suspenseful, action-packed mafia romance is intended for mature audiences, due to violence, strong language, dark themes and elements, and explicit intimate scenes. The romance between the alpha male bad boy and the fiery woman he can't resist ends with a guaranteed happily ever after (HEA) ending, has absolutely NO CHEATING, and does NOT include a cliffhanger of any kind.

     Okay, no man was ever going to control what she did, not ever again. Okay, no man was going to control her outside the bedroom. Not ever. The problem with Le Duc was the man just didn't listen. He was Dominique Nadir Amir Afshar de Choiseul, or duc de Choiseul. He didn’t just run a criminal empire older than most countries, he was an actual duke. Not that it mattered. She wasn’t impressed. Duchess explained over and over again that she wasn't getting married. Period. End of discussion. Just as soon as he stopped talking. And looking so edibly delicious. Maybe just a little taste… Ex: “Sir, we’ve arrived.” Nadir blinked. Damn, he hadn’t even noticed the vehicle had crawled to a stop. Right next to the object of his fascination. Not waiting for the driver to come around to open his door, he slid across the seat to exit closest to the tree. As soon as he was out of the car, he went straight for it, scanning the ground around the base, then the lower branches with no idea what he was looking for. Until he found it. Those were definitely rope burns on those bare, lower branches. Damn. “It’s a hanging tree.” Encountering a child was the last thing Nadir had expected, though he hadn’t really been sure what to expect. Not knowing what to say to the little person who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, he said nothing as she continued. “Some say the ghosts of the poor fools hung on that tree haunt it, tied to its roots for eternity.” Wait, this little person couldn’t be more than five maybe. Should she know how to talk like that? “My daddy died on that tree.” What? She just stood there, a riot of midnight colored curls falling all around her face and over her shoulders, looking up at him as if what she just said was perfectly normal. In fact, she looked pleased with her tiny fists resting on her hips. With her chin up, her back straight she continued to stare even when he didn't reply. What could he possibly say? Her expression didn’t change as she waited him out. Nor did she stop staring at him directly in the eye as if she was his equal. No, as if she were above him, as regal as a queen in her frilly little dress and bare dirty feet. With skin the color of toasted caramel, the imp had eyes that were almost amethyst with spikes of marine blue. Those eyes carried wisdom a little girl shouldn’t have. Who was she? “My mama ain’t gonna marry you.” Giving him a sweeping look from head to foot she shook her head as if she felt sorry for him. Sorry for him. No one felt sorry for him. “You might as well just turn around and go home.” “Angel Flower! What have I told you about using proper grammar?” Nadir had no idea where the voice of the grown woman admonishing the little girl was coming from. He couldn’t take his eyes off the fascinating child in front of him who was currently rolling her eyes. “Pardon me. My mother isn’t going to marry, so I am afraid your trip to my house is a big, fat bust!” To emphasize her point, she raised her little chin even higher while also raising a brow as well as any fifty-year-old man. Laughter bubbled up from somewhere deep inside Nadir’s gut. It started out rusty, like an old pipe suddenly flooded with a rush a water after laying dry for about a decade. Soon peals of pure, unadulterated mirth filled his body, echoing across the courtyard.