When he invited me to join him for a drink, I thought Alessandro was an ordinary guest at my family's hotel. I didn't know I belonged to him until he told me right there in the restaurant. I thought I had a say in the matter. But when I stood up to leave, it just earned me a sore bottom for the plane ride to New York, where our wedding was already planned for the next day. But I was soaking wet for him before he even walked me down the aisle.

Living alone in New York, I never felt safe, but I couldn't leave. I was here to find the man I'd lost seven years ago. I had no idea that he'd already found me. I had no idea that he was watching me, controlling my every movement. He's no longer the rebel kid from across the tracks. Now, he's heir to the most brutal bratva the city has ever known. I'm in love with a monster, and he's watching my every move.

“I do.” Words I never thought would escape my lips. Now they bound me to the charismatic head of the Volkov Bratva, Nikolai Volkov. His mesmerizing blue eyes, charming smile, and silky smooth voice would be my downfall, and yet, also my salvation. The two simple words would also be a personal vow to destroy my stepmother and enemies. If I’m forced to be bound to the mafia life forever then I’ll show them all. I’ll show them how far this ‘angel’ has fallen. I’m not a pawn like they all think.

When I met him, I didn't realize who he was. I still didn't when I let him take me back to his hotel for the night. I never expected to see him again. Until I found him on my father's couch, revealing he and I are connected in more ways than simply a one-night stand. To make it worse, he was a Saint, part of the ruling mafia family that owned the city of Redhill. I should have stayed away at that point. I had a lot at risk and my own mess to deal with, but it wasn't that easy. Not when he kept showing up, and that one night turned to two, and then three.

She calls it a devil’s bargain. I call it a deal she can’t refuse. I was owed a debt and I expected payment. That payment? One night in my bed. My rules. The debt cleared, and she could walk away. There are worse things. And besides, debtors can’t be choosers. The night started as it should. She obeyed as she should. But then something happened. Something I was unprepared for. And what I saw changed everything. I broke my own rules after that.

He says he’s saved me from a fate worse than death. But all I see is a future that was stolen from me. Six months ago, my father promised me to the Bratva heir. My hand in marriage was meant to bridge the violence between our two families–Italian and Russian, mafia and Bratva–and bring peace. Then my father died. Now my godfather is my guardian. He believes the Bratva are ruthless animals, cruel and brutal, and that giving me over to them is signing my death warrant. So on my wedding day, he makes a fateful decision. He takes me for himself. Now I’m wed to the man who vowed to ...

A romance with a mafia boss has no place in my life. But he doesn’t care–not once he’s decided he wants me anyway. Six months after my father’s untimely death, I’m drowning in debt. Even working for one of the most respected celebrity tattoo artists in Los Angeles hasn’t been enough to fix that. I don’t have time to fall in love–or even to think about dating. Even a one-night-stand has become a distant possibility. Then my boss asks me to fill in for him while he’s sick–and I end up in a west LA penthouse, about to tattoo the most well-known mafia boss on this side of ...

I thought I was safe from my father’s revenge. But he’s not the only one who wants me dead…Once upon a time, I was many things. An accomplished ballerina. The daughter of a powerful man. A Bratva princess. Now I’m none of those. Disinherited and alone, I use the skills that once elevated me to the height of the Moscow ballet for something else altogether–dancing for men who have no idea who I used to be. Who don’t care. Until I meet him. A dangerous brute of a man who wants me for reasons I don’t understand–and who makes me feel things I never knew I could. Things that I ...

I was known as the traitor's daughter. When I was five years old, my father was tortured, branded with the letter Z, then beaten and left for dead. The grueling punishment for his crime was a reminder to all others who dared threaten the Russian's reign. I was the young girl left behind. A living piece of the traitorous puzzle the Russian leader tried so diligently to ignore - until I grew up. No longer could he deny how much my existence had always been intertwined with his. And in order to survive the life I was thrown into, I was forced to learn my place inside of it.

In my world, pleasure is currency and love doesn’t exist. Until I meet him. After having been burned by love twice, I’m fine with being on my own. And after my last heartbreak–falling for the Bratva heir who owns the club I work at–I see no point in opening myself up to that again. He’s married someone else, and I prefer my independence. Nothing will change that. Not even the stranger who buys a night with me without realizing what it is that I really do. After that night, I assume I’ll never see Finn O’Sullivan again. But then the handsome enforcer comes back–with a ...

When Nikolai Romanov came looking for my brother, I emptied my savings hoping I could pay off his debt. But I didn't have even close to enough, so the bastard decided to take me instead. I didn't expect a Russian mafia boss like him to be gentle with me...and he wasn't. Not when he spanked me for daring to wear panties under the dress he chose for me, and certainly not when he stripped me out of that same dress and made me scream in his bed.

I’ve always gotten what I wanted—by force if necessary. Five years ago, I took Valentina’s virginity and left her behind, never looking back. She was just a means to an end, or so I thought. Now, our families are forcing us into an arranged marriage, and I’ll finally make her mine. But Valentina’s hiding more than just her defiance. There’s a secret she’s kept—a child I never knew existed. When I find out she’s pregnant again, my world shifts. For the first time, I want something more than power. I want her and the family she’s kept from me, and I’ll do whatever it ...

He saved me from war. Fed me when I was in too much pain to eat. Smuggled me and my family into America when it became too dangerous to stay. But, Nico didn't flee with us. While I began elementary school in the United States, he was building the greatest and toughest Mafia of the century. The Mafia Shqiptare. Nico is now king of all underground trades. Sexy. Aggressive. Brilliant. After years of nothing but silence, he's back in my life, ready to do whatever it takes to bring me into his universe.

When I was 16, a gypsy fortune-teller told me my future held darkness and death. She was right. But what she didn’t tell me was I’d lose all my memories and that I wouldn’t recognize the devil when he came to steal my life. Lucca Dyshekov - the Bratva assassin they call Merciless - rose from hell and turned my world upside down. On our wedding day, he taught me real monsters aren’t the ones who hide in the dark. They’re the ones who stare you in the face and steal your soul.

For three years, I've belonged to Julius King. Some people would think being stuck on a private island is heaven, but this is my hell. Because I'm not here as a guest. Not even close. I'm a prisoner. I'm his. Julius King. Powerful. Wealthy. Dangerous. There are parts of me he wants that I can't give him. When he looks at me, there are times I swear he sees someone else. And the scary part is that sometimes, when he touches me, I think he may be someone else, too.

**Now an Amazon Top 70 Best Seller** When I leave a note for the mafia don at his table, I beg for his help. I never expect him to text back or to tell me he wants something in return… My dad’s got us into trouble again. His get-rich-quick schemes always mess up the family. Now, loan sharks are circling, and I’m unsure what to do. When I see Elio Marino at the restaurant where I am a waitress, I almost lose it. My mind. My soul. I fall hard, but I have to be smart. This isn’t a fairytale. He’s tall, way taller than me, ripped with muscle, mature, and brooding as hell. I know I ...

The Rossi men never learned right from wrong. Good from bad. Or how to love anything but building their empire on the Chicago streets. When their father forces them into arranged marriages to strengthen the ties of their crime family, they can’t guess what comes next. But all five brothers know one thing. Nobody will touch what belongs to them, and that includes the women they claim.

Marked by vengeance, branded as mine—Lucia Terlizzi will be the key to my revenge. Dante Terlizzi has to pay. Two years ago, he broke his betrothal to my sister. Two months ago, his brother stole the bride meant for my best hitman. There’s an unwritten rule about family members and children… But f*ck the rules. Lucia is the baby of the Terlizzi family. Now I’m going to put my baby in her. We’ll see how Dante likes it when I take what’s his. I’ll dress his pretty little sister in the finest clothes. I’ll shower her in diamonds and jewels. I’ll make Dante regret ever double ...

Sienna. It's been ten years since he left me with nothing but a pendant, a photo, and a broken heart. He was but a ghost, there one minute and gone the next. I picked myself up, dried my eyes, and built my life without him. Now he has come back into my life like a raging storm surrounded by crime and bloodshed. Elio. Ten years ago, I had to leave behind the only light I had in my life. Without her, I live in darkness. Everything I did had been to protect her. Now that she is back and we have a second chance, they will learn one way or another you do not touch my queen.

Gabriel Corso is the stuff of nightmares and dirty dreams. He's a sinfully gorgeous mafia prince from a brutal rival family. In school, he was the bane of my existence. The dark villain to my sheltered princess. Then–poof–he disappeared. If only he’d stayed away. Turns out, our marriage is a term of his inheritance and now he’s returned to collect what’s his. That means ripping me from my gilded cage. It means locking me beneath his searing flesh. It means war. I’m not supposed to like it. To beg for more. To fall for him.