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Savva is a filthy bratva beast, as cruel as he is charming and as brutal as he is gorgeous. When I took over my late father's biker bar, I also took over the payments he was making to Savva, the leader of a powerful mafia family operating on the edge of Las Vegas. But Savva couldn't be satisfied with money alone. He wanted more. He spilled into my life like a dark, inescapable shadow, stealing my dignity and drowning me in his sin. But his twisted promises and dark desires aren't enough to convince me to fall for him. Neither are his whiskey kisses and his iron abs.

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I was a rising star, a talented ballerina dead set on etching her name into dance history. When a career-ending injury forced me to hang up my ballet slippers and put on my pink stiletto heels, I found myself trading my hard-earned talent for easy cash on the neon-lit fringes of society. That's where I met Zann, the paradoxical embodiment of my deepest dreams and most terrifying nightmares. A bitter beast wrapped in sticky-sweet promises and just about as filthy as a man can be. Soon, the line between watching and wanting was blurred, and his obsession pulled me under.

I signed my life away to a filthy bratva boss, a beast I can never hope to tame, a man who wants to control every inch of my body and soul. What choice did I have? I was cast out of my family and traded to a mafia boss I barely even knew. Now, he's my possessive husband.

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When a gorgeous billionaire snatched me up from a Vegas casino and tossed me into his private jet, I thought I had hit the jackpot. But then I ended up with my face on a wanted poster, discovered a shocking secret about my possessive captor, and ended up pregnant with his baby.

It was one incredible night, and then he vanished. But nine months later, I ended up with triplets, and they all have his tight chocolate curls and pale blue eyes.

Cunning, gorgeous, and wickedly possessive, Akim could have any woman in the world…but he chose me. I thought I’d be able to get away from him eventually, that I could mend my heart and start over, but I was wrong. Fate has sealed us with an unbreakable bond.

When a gorgeous stranger gave me his number at a bar in Italy, I thought I’d be coming home with newfound confidence and a juicy story to tell. Instead, I came home with his twins in my belly. It’s not easy raising two boys on your own, but I gave up looking for their father a long time ago. My mysterious lover vanished like he never even existed. And it probably would’ve been best if it stayed that way. But I’m not that lucky.

Swapping places with my roommate to attend a late-night party with the city’s most elite socialites seemed like a dream come true. And it was until the first shot rang out. If it wasn’t for that gorgeous and fiercely possessive Russian mafia boss in attendance, I’d surely be dead. He saved my life, but then he took me straight to his bedroom. And now he seems to think that I owe him something…

With eyes like a storm and a heart twice as vicious, Vasya came to me like lightning, shattering every expectation I had and setting me ablaze with lust. Over the desk, in the dark, and swept up in a dangerous fantasy, I quickly became blind to reason, spiraling down into what would ultimately ruin my chances of ever having a normal life. An unexpected pregnancy with the most dangerous man in the country. But a secret is hard to keep. And three? Well, that’s nearly impossible.

My name is River, or at least that’s what he calls me. And apparently, my husband is a wealthy mafia boss. A wicked man who makes his enemies disappear with a snap of his fingers, and my clothes just as easily. He tells me that I’ll remember everything soon enough, that I will fall in love with him again. I knew something wasn’t right from the beginning, but I fell for his charming lies anyway, and only now do I realize my mistake. My name isn’t River, and the man in my bed isn’t my husband. But the baby in my belly is real, and it belongs to him.

My mission is simple: one - Knock up the senator’s daughter, two - murder anyone who stands in my way.... For a hardened Russian Mafia boss like me, the tricky part isn’t the killing, it’s dealing with a woman a third of my size and half my age. She’s too delicate, too sweet, and too off-limits for a beast like me. And that’s exactly why I must claim her.

All it took was one incredible night with an arrogant bratva boss.... And two months later, three little heartbeats were on the monitor at the doctor’s office. I’m pregnant, and there’s no doubt in my mind who the father is. But he’s a dangerous criminal with nothing to lose, and I’m not cut out for the Russian mafia.

On the day of our wedding, he humiliates me in front of a thousand people. Seven days later, I'm on my knees, begging him to punish me again. I never thought I'd find myself craving the cruel touch of a mafia boss, but I am, and it might just end in my death. Kazimir. His name means destroyer of peace. It fits him well.

I despised Nikolai Antonov. It didn't matter that he was drop-dead gorgeous, rich beyond comprehension, and totally obsessed with me. His rock-solid abs and lustful banter weren't going to convince me to crawl into bed with him. Even when agreed to help rescue my cousin who was kidnapped by the Cartel, my opinion of him didn't budge. He was toxic, and I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him… Until I got pregnant with his baby.

When I came knocking on death's door,
the devil answered instead. And he was the most gorgeous man I'd ever met. His name was Viktor, and he promised to be my protector. But his protection came at the most perilous price…
 My body, my heart, and every inch of my freedom. But he couldn't take without leaving something behind, Something that would tie our souls together forever. I'm pregnant. And Viktor is the father.

In the small Louisiana township of Willow Point, five men stand accused of the rape and murder of an innocent woman, her body left lying on a small pier out at the local lake. After facing criminal charges, it soon becomes clear there’s a much more powerful influence over the town, as all five walk free thanks to the intervention of a local businessman. Money speaks, and in this town, those with the deepest pockets call the shots. Claire sensed her sister’s death long before the police officer knocked on the door.

Gorgeous, cocky, and incredibly dangerous, Viktor Sodorov is the perfect example of how the mafia twists beautiful men into vicious monsters. And I loathe him with every ounce of my body and soul. But hatred isn't cold. It's a burning passion that occupies the deepest corners of your mind, eating away at your will to resist. And that passion has led me right into his capable hands. I shouldn't catch feelings for the man ruining my life, but when he bends me over his knee, it's impossible not to feel something.

I was alone when he found me. And that's when he showed me his power, what he could do, how he could make me beg. He didn't have to tell me who he was. I knew he was a monster from the moment he touched me, how his skin burned with cruel passion, how his eyes pierced my soul.