One fall. One kiss. And one spicy fake relationship with a sassy redhead that shatters my playbook forever. Faye’s a young, cinnamon-sweet baker and a hopeless romantic. I’m a battle-scarred hockey player, rough on and off the ice. But when a slip, crash, and mind-blowing kiss go viral, the whole town thinks we’re a match. So we play along. She’ll hide my injury. I’ll bring crowds to her bakery. It’s a Win-Win. Until she moves in, and the late-night kisses turn into something more. And her laughter and her touch make me forget every rule I swore to play by. Just as things get ...

Nora Never flirt with a mafia boss. Especially when he’s your best friend's father and soon-to-be baby’s daddy. Handsome and dangerous, with thick muscles and a sly smirk. Massimo tempts me with one incendiary night I can’t resist. Tangled sheets, panties soaked, lady parts are sore. Until I find out I'm carrying his child. I flee to protect our baby from his lethal enemies. But Massimo discovers my betrayal and comes to reclaim his prize. I crave his passionate embrace. But I must protect our child from his violent world. Massimo Nora was only supposed to be a fling. But she got ...

She was my everything…until she betrayed me with my own flesh and blood. I'm the most ruthless Mafia Don in Sin City. No one crosses me, especially not the woman I loved—the one who shattered my heart and fled with another man's baby. Years of bitterness hardened me. I built an empire on vengeance, fueled by the memory of her betrayal. Fate intervened, thrusting us back into each other's lives. Now, my daughter—the child I never knew existed—is dying. And the only way to save her is a liver transplant—from a donor found in my own twisted family. My half brother, a snake who trades...

My smoldering one-night stand in Milan turns out to be my brother’s best friend—and now pretend boyfriend. I’m an artist who fled my family’s smothering control years ago. Now I’m back in town. Michael, a billionaire on a business trip with a chiseled jaw and god-like physique, makes me tremble with pleasure. His heated gaze tells me what he will do to me. My body became his canvas for the night. Still tingling from our lustful night, I left him a “Thank you for your time” note. Imagine my shock, trying to sidestep a relentless suitor at the party. Mr. Milan waltzes in. My jaw...

I hated Enzo even before I met him—my bestie’s too hot, arrogant control freak brother. And now my baby’s daddy. A mix-up has us sharing a room. I walk in on his steamy shower. I envy the water dripping over his chiseled abs, down to his long Major Johnson. Soon those lips and his body destroy me with pleasure. As we play daring games of lust, I glimpse hidden wounds that echo my own. But I gotta shake this crazy addiction. He's a controlling jerk and I'm a free spirit. We clash harder than we attract. Until everything spirals out of control. Now, the pregnancy tests show two pink ...

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.

Alessandro D’Angelo. He was my forbidden temptation. My obsession. My ruin. In his arms, I was fire. In his world, I was ash. Then he vanished—without a word, without a trace—leaving my heart and my life in ruins. Now, six years later, he’s back—lethal, relentless, and looking at me like I still belong to him. The masquerade ball was supposed to be just another job—one night, one illusion. I never expected to come face-to-face with the man who shattered me. But I’m not the same woman he left behind. I have secrets of my own—like the son he knows nothing about. His enemies ...

For protection, my father orchestrates a fake marriage with a mob boss. Instead, it thrusts me into a deadly game of cat and mouse. Reese Bowman, the hunky, fierce mafia boss, is now my fake husband and the man who will take my virginity for real. On the second day of our ruse, a baby from his past appears on his doorstep. Add pretend mom to the act and the stakes couldn't be higher. Watching him command his dangerous world with ease, I fall hard. Despite his attempts to keep his distance, he can't keep his hands or his lips off me. When a long-lost enemy snatches me in the night, our ...

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.

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.