I made a huge mistake and caught the attention of a lethally beautiful villain. Damian Nikolayev is brutality incarnate. A psychopath wrapped in tattooed muscle and tailored charm. Heir to a Bratva empire built on blood and control. And now, I'm his. His fiancée. His plaything. His obsession. He owns my darkest secret. And he'll keep it, for a price: All of me. Now, Damian has me bound to him, in more ways than one. The harder I fight, the tighter his binds ensnare me.

Charming and seductive. Cold-blooded and merciless. Kenzo Mori, the wrathful king of the Mori Mafia family, is a sinfully beautiful devil with a heart of ice. He's an enemy who's had a target on my back for years. Now, he's my new husband. Our marriage of inconvenience is supposed to end the violence between the Bratva and the Yakuza. Little does he know, the real war has only just begun. Kenzo thinks I belong to him. I think he'd better sleep with one eye open. But while the enemy in my bed might be slowly dominating my nights and darkest fantasies, my heart is a battle he'll never win.

He's a dark storm wrapped in tattoos and muscle. A mafia prince with a killer's smile and a predator's gaze. Takeshi Mori doesn't ask for anything. He takes it. Including me. Our marriage is a weapon forged in blood, meant to stop a war. But there's nothing peaceful about my new husband. He's ruthless chaos incarnate—a Machiavellian psychopath with a thirst for violence. He craves control, but I was born to defy. His darkness terrifies me even as it calls to mine. His touch consumes me even as it burns me alive.

It was a one-night stand with a bratva boss. I never expected to end up pregnant. Or run into him again three years later at my friend’s wedding. He knows I’m hiding something, but he has no idea that 'something' is his son. Before he can question me, the wedding is ambushed. He forces me to go with him so he can keep me safe. I need to escape so I can get home to my son. Whatever happens, I can’t let him find out about Sasha.

Brutal, cold, and illegally gorgeous, Dante Sartorre isn't just mafia royalty. He's also the tyrant owner of the infamously deviant and members-only Club Venom. He's also my new husband. In my defense, I wasn't supposed to be the bride. But I sealed my fate when I saved my friend by signing the Venom Devil's marriage contract myself. Now, he owns me. All of me…

A Bratva Boss forced me into a marriage I never wanted, for a reason that I refuse to believe. There's no reason for him to even look at an ordinary girl like me. Let alone marry one. By day, Nikolai Starukhin is an art collector with an eye for beauty. By night, he's a ruthless Bratva boss whose hands deal in broken things and pain. Our paths crossed when he saved me from a creep. I thought that was where our story ended. And then I noticed what he left behind: An invitation to his art gallery. I should have said no. I should've thrown it away.

My name is Alchera, and five years ago, my people wiped my memories and abandoned me at a waterfall so I'd learn what it's like to be human. Turns out I have the destiny of saving humankind and a hotter-than-hell guardian to help me through the nightmare I have to face. Adapting to a life of brutal training was not on my list of things to do after graduating. But the ten chosen ones depend on me, and I have no choice but to suck it up and do everything I'm told. Trying to survive the new world I've been thrown into, I have to cope with my guardian, who can hear my every thought.

Being a member born into a secret society is nothing like what you would expect. Our world is dripping in diamonds and gilded in gold, but it’s also built atop the blood and bones of innocents. The wronged and the shamed haunting this town, this world, this society. Maggie Bartlett had accepted the fact that she would never have control over her destiny. That she would always be a puppet in their play. A queer woman in a Puritan man’s world is one of the most dangerous things to be. But what good is life without a little danger?

Eighteen years old, a Bratva princess, and Lev Melnikov's daughter. That should be enough to keep me away, but the second I see Natalya all grown up, I know she's mine. I try to fight what I feel for her, but my principessa is determined to bring me to my knees, and she's willing to do whatever it takes to get me there.

Once upon a time, three men almost ruined me. Now they're the only refuge I've got. Stumbling on the luxury house in the woods seems like a godsend when I’m on the run for my life—until I realize the three men who destroyed me live there. Jude exercises his demons through his drawings—and I’m his newest obsession. Nolan is uniquely equipped to manage my medical condition but has a weakness of his own that just might kill him. And then there’s the worst one of all, Rafe. F*cking Rafe, who acts like nothing in the world can touch him—especially me—but wakes up screaming in the night.

Vlad Kuznetsov is a psychopath—a killing machine. Experimented on from a young age by a mad scientist, he cannot feel anything. No pain. No remorse. No regret. His violent episodes make him a danger to society, so he’s learned to live in the shadows. Alone is safer. Alone means control. Until her. Assisi Lastra. The little nun with fire in her eyes. She should fear him—everyone else does. But instead, she stands toe-to-toe with the devil and dares him to feel.

I entered an arranged marriage so my sister, Ciara, could marry for love. Three years later, I'm a widow, and my father arranges for Ciara to marry Dominik Varga. The assassin slash arms dealer is as dangerous as he's quiet, which is very unnerving. Needless to say, I'm not happy at all. A deal was a deal, and I kept my end of it, so there's no way on God's green earth I'll just sit back and smile like a good little girl. I'll fight for Ciara's freedom so she won't have to face the hell I was forced to endure. But Dominik doesn't make things easy for me.

Arrogant bosshole with some dirty secrets. Sounds tempting, right? Wrong. Kirill Zaitsev is anything but tempting. Sure, he's tall and broad and muscular in all the right places. And sure, he's richer than several small countries. And yes, fine, his eyes do make me feel loopy, and he does smell like mint and musk, and there's also the way his jaw clenches when he… Sorry, where was I? Oh yeah. Bosshole. Dirty secrets. Anyway, all those things sound fine and dandy. For a little while, I thought so, too. Then I learned who Kirill really is—a killer, a tycoon, a mafia don.

The Ivanov family exudes wealth and power, so when its founder shows up on the surgical roster of a third-year resident, even with me not laying eyes on her previously, I’m thrust under their spotlight. Her son’s, to be precise. Maksim Ivanov is a walking red flag. He oozes confidence, and appears to have never been told no, but despite our differences, sparks ignite the moment we trade sultry glances. The tension is white hot. I’ve never experienced such an immediate mutual connection. But as quickly as his mother was placed under my care, she is removed.

Welcome to Georgian England, circa 1800. Alastair Thorne is a cad and a rake. Even his mother told him so. Pity for her that he cannot bring himself to care, for he relishes his life of debauchery and licentiousness, and is content thinking of no-one but himself. Except Alastair may have just messed with the wrong fair maiden, and his life is about to be cut violently short. That is until he comes face to face with the enigmatic stranger who's been watching him from afar.