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I thought I was late for my cousin’s wedding, but the wedding turned out to be for me... If I’d known the sexy arrogant guy in the elevator was my future husband, I probably would have turned and ran. My own father sold me out, promising my hand in marriage to Alexei Koslov, a sexy, arrogant bratva boss. The last thing I want to do is get married, but nobody says no to the Koslov bratva.

Sinful Promise is the sixth and final book of the Kolslov Bratva series. Each book in this series features a different couple and can be listened to as a standalone, but for better understanding of the world, you might want to read previous books first.

I should hate Anton for what he did to Maxim, but the more time I spend with him, the more I realize he’s not the monster my father makes him out to be. Before long, I’ve fallen in love with him. He has no idea who I really am or who my father is. Our whole relationship is based on lies. I need to tell Anton the truth. And I’m about to…when I discover I’m pregnant.

He rescued me from certain death but refused to reveal his identity to me. He told me he’s been watching me for years. I should be scared. But for some crazy reason, I trust him. He’s in my room while I sleep, protecting me, But I crave more. I beg him until he gives me what I want. Yet he still refuses to show me who he is. He’s intoxicating. I can’t breathe without him. But he’s hiding something from me. Even when I discover the truth, I can’t keep away. And then I learn that I’m pregnant.

When my boss starts harassing me at a work function, I do the only thing I can think of; I pretend cocky bratva pakhan Dimitri is my boyfriend. It works. For a little while. Then Dimitri suggests we take it one step further and ‘get married’. My boss gets off my back, Dimitri has an out of the arranged marriage with rival mafia boss, Massimo’s, daughter. It’s a win, win. Except getting married does nothing to scare off Giovanni.

I left home to chase big dreams that went up in smoke. One horrible night out leads to me being trapped with sexy bassist Samuel Hansen and his bandmates. I'm not the girl that gets the guy, especially the rock star. But everything with him feels right. With his leather jacket, dark hair and tattoos, he is drool worthy. Swept away by his charisma and charms, I happily give him the most cherished thing I have: my V card. I'm in heaven and never want this feeling to end . . . until I discover he's my best friend's ex. Dating him is totally against girl code.

Naturally, being broke isn't an option, so I agree to marry Mikhail. But I decide to have a little fun with him first. Watching Mikhail venture way out of his comfort zone to complete my ‘bucket list’ is hilarious, but things turn deadly when two men try to kidnap me. Mikhail kills the men, then he takes me to his house and locks me up. He’s determined to keep me safe, but I don't need his protection. I can look after myself. Until I can’t anymore.

Rowan Headley tops the list of people I never wanted to see again. She shattered my best friend's heart, turning him into a shell of his former self. I hate her for what she did. But guess who my company's new hire is? Yep, the last person I expected - Rowan Headley. It's awkward, it's tense, but we have to put up with each other. Except the longer I'm around her, the less I feel like avoiding her.

I knew better than to fall for my latest client. But Nate Lyons is not easy to resist, and being his live-in physical therapist is an exercise in restraint. One I'm not sure I'll be able to pull off. Enter Mason Lotts. Nate's best friend. My very hot ex-boyfriend. The very man I have been trying to forget. You'd think my attraction to Nate would help me put the past behind me, but the chemistry between me and Mason remains undeniable.

I thought leaving Wall Street to start my own coffee business would be a piece of cake. I never wanted an assistant, let alone one as feisty and bossy as this one. Camilla Graff can rile me up on a good day, and those amber eyes of hers and that never-ending attitude definitely do not help. I should have never brought her to Hawaii with me. I should have never asked her to fake-date me to appease my mother. And I sure as hell shouldn't have shared a room with her.

Edwin Lyon is about twenty years older, several inches taller, and significantly richer. But that last part is no surprise. He is the CEO of the Lyons Club, after all. And I am so deep in debt that I couldn't see the surface if I tried. The kicker? He has no idea his new nightclub manager—yours truly—used to date his son.

Grant Neville is my father’s best friend. The person he trusts the most in the world. Forbidden territory personified. I know it is wrong on so many levels, but I can’t seem to get enough of his presence.... His ocean-blue eyes have a way of finding me in every room, his dimples make my knees go weak, and my hands itch to be buried in his dark hair. But I know better by now. My history with older men has left me with plenty of scars, and Grant is not just any older man.

I planned a daddy-daughter getaway in our family cabin. The last thing I expected was to run into Juniper—my brother's best friend. The smart thing would have been to go our separate ways, but Mother Nature had other plans. Thanks to some crazy weather we are stuck together for the foreseeable future. I’ve known Juniper for years, and I’ve never seen her more than my brother's best friend…until now.

Ash is a walking red flag. He is domineering and always in a bad mood. Tragically widowed, yet still in love with his long-dead wife, a single dad to three mini versions of himself, and much too old for me. But I’ve wanted him since I was 16. Seeing him again more than a decade later, all those old feelings just rush back in. Every time when I look up into his deep green eyes, dark scruffy beard, and kissable dimples, all I want is to fall into his arms and never leave. Too much wine and one bed-rocking night later, everything changed.

Seth Vance sure knows how to drive me crazy. He has been practicing since our parents decided to get married and bind the two of us together for life. Even at sixteen, no boys were ever allowed—or willing—to go near me. And I knew exactly why. My overprotective, possessive stepbrother was to blame. It took going away to college for me to finally get a real boyfriend, and look how that turned out. A decade later, I've returned. Older, wiser, and ready to chase my deepest desires. And what I want is to get rid of my V card and find a man who can make all my submissive fantasies come true.

He was my one and only . . . until he chose his rockstar lifestyle over me. When his tour brought him back to town and became my next-door neighbor, my baby bump is on full display. Just my luck. So, I did what any girl would. I lied and told him it wasn't his. He'd never choose us over the Rockstar lifestyle. But every time I see his piercing blue eyes and tattooed, muscular body, my heart begs me to reach out. I can't risk the chance of rejection again for me, or our child . . .

My brother's best friend should come with a warning label . . . Never give him your V card. Locke doesn't do romantic entanglements that last more than a single song. He doesn't need a girlfriend, especially a young, inexperienced one. No man that talented and good looking wants to commit to a nobody like me. When finally given the chance to roll in the sheets with him I can't pass it up.

Sinful Oath ist eine fesselnde russische Mafia-Romanze mit einer arrangierten Ehe und einer überraschenden Schwangerschaft, die Sie an den Rand Ihres Sitzes bringen wird. Die Wendungen in dieser Geschichte werden Sie atemlos zurücklassen. Dieses Buch ist der erste Teil der Koslov-Bratwa-Serie, es verspricht eine aufregende Fahrt ohne Betrug und mit garantiertem Happy End!

My best friend roped me into baking for her stepson’s wedding. I had just moved into town and I couldn’t exactly turn that kind of money down. But getting drunk enough to sleep with that tall, dark blond wedding guest? That was all on me. I should have known he’d leave without a word or even a proper introduction. But that wasn’t the last I saw of him. Kiefer just turned out to be my brand-new neighbor.

Leaving the UK to start over in New York City seemed like a great idea in theory. But raising a child by myself has not exactly been a walk in the park, and this move has proven to be a challenge like no other. The last thing I need is this infatuation that I can't seem to get over. Abigail Lyons is nineteen years younger than me, way too pretty for her own good, and has made it clear in no uncertain terms that she hates my guts.