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Things I did not plan to do while recovering from a fire, a crash, and a man named Luka Barinov: lie to him every single morning, rob him blind to save my sister, and find out I'm carrying his baby. Three for three. Again. Luka's enemies have my little sister. The kind of have that comes with a...

In this spicy, sweet, friends-to-lovers romance, a head brewer stumbles onto her childhood crush's secret cam boy persona... and decides working with him might solve all her problems. Sammie Mills is broke. Working as the head brewer for a local craft brewery pays the bills, sure, but when...

Here's something else they don't teach you in med school: what to do when you wake up tied to a warehouse floor. Which is not where I expected to be after finding out I'm pregnant with a Bratva king's baby. My hands are bound. My best friend is lying next to me. And the man who put us here knows...

Here's something they don't teach you in med school: if you save a dying man in a freezing alley, make sure he's not a Bratva king first. I'm a trauma surgeon. Steady hands. Cool head. Zero emotional attachment. That's my whole thing. So when I end up in the wrong alley and find a stranger...

This conversational podcast is an entertaining, informative destination for all issues and topics surrounding mental health for athletes, parents, and coaches (and anyone who just loves athletics!). Every week, Katie and Tiffany will field a question from a listener and answer it together, covering all things sports, mental health, and being an athlete. Listeners can expect important, timely discussions with a side of humor and realness.

Two experts in mental health and sport lift the veil on the crisis in women’s athletics, offering parents and coaches urgently needed advice and support and showing how female athletes can find joy in whatever sport they choose, at whatever level they compete. No matter the sport, the message...

I thought I was delivering lattes. Turns out, I was delivering myself straight into a Bratva war. Luka Barinov is Bratva royalty—ruthless, cold, and as untouchable as the empire he commands. So when his dog knocks me flat in the middle of Aspen Ridge and he demands my phone like I'm a spy, I...

He's danger in a tailored suit and I'm the line he was never meant to cross. Dimitri Popov lives in the shadows—an enforcer, a killer, the silent protector of the Avilov Bratva empire. He doesn't flinch. Doesn't smile. And he definitely doesn't fall in love. Until me. It started with one stolen kiss that set my entire life on fire. Now, I'm wrapped in his world of blood-soaked loyalty, running from the enemies gunning for us both—and carrying his child. Dimitri says I'm his. That he'll protect me no matter what. That he'd kill for me. Die for me.

He's lethal even in shackles. I'm the weakness he was never supposed to have. Dimitri Popov is a Bratva enforcer, the man Aleksandr Avilov unleashes when he wants someone erased. He doesn't beg. He doesn't break. And he sure as hell doesn't get framed for a crime he didn't commit. Until a forged recording and a bought judge slam him into a concrete cell—and paint a target on his back.

He didn't ask for my name. He told me I was his. One night. That's all it took. A stolen kiss that turned into a deal with the devil himself. Daniil Zorin—cold-eyed heir to the Chicago Bratva. Ruthless. Merciless. The kind of man who takes what he wants… and what he wanted was me. He offered...

Lying to the Bratva king was stupid. Letting him touch me was fatal. I snuck into Miami's most elite mafia gala pretending to be a Russian heiress. My mission? Expose the Bratva king who's buying up the city in blood and blackmail. But Renat Rostov doesn't just see the truth—he owns it. He...

A year has passed since gaming streamer Kai Reid watched his longterm relationship crumble to pieces, and he's still struggling to stitch himself back together. Even an incredible hookup with volleyball star Atticus Mills, the NVA's resident playboy, couldn't pull Kai out of his past. Six months...

He didn't ask for my name. He told me I was his. One night. That's all it took. A stolen kiss that turned into a deal with the devil himself. Daniil Zorin—cold-eyed heir to the Chicago Bratva. Ruthless. Merciless. The kind of man who takes what he wants… and what he wanted was me. He offered...

Lying to the Bratva king was stupid. Letting him touch me was fatal. I snuck into Miami's most elite mafia gala pretending to be a Russian heiress. My mission? Expose the Bratva king who's buying up the city in blood and blackmail. But Renat Rostov doesn't just see the truth—he owns it. He...

What's worse than having a drink dumped all over me on my birthday? Sucker punching the guy that did it… And then finding out he's a dangerous Bratva boss. I went to the Velvet Lounge to celebrate my 21st birthday and escape my father's iron grip. He secretly betrothed me to his client's son… Now, I'm expected to marry him on my birthday! Instead, I bumped into Andrey Belov. Actually, he crashed into me, spilling his sticky, sweet drink all over me. He oozes confidence, power, and… danger. Not to mention, he's drop-dead gorgeous. And he awakens a desire in me that I can't control.

Serving cocktails with morning sickness is bad enough. Stumbling into a mob hit? Nightmare. Running is my only choice. Although I never expected to run into him. Alek. The hook-up I can't forget. The guy I saw murdered was his brother. And he'll do anything to find the killer—even if that means keeping me under lock and key until I I.D. the shooter. Now, he's the only one standing between me and a bullet.

What's worse than having a drink dumped all over me on my birthday? Sucker punching the guy that did it… And then finding out he's a dangerous Bratva boss. I went to the Velvet Lounge to celebrate my 21st birthday, and escape my father's iron grip. He secretly betrothed me to his client's son… Now, I'm expected to marry him on my birthday! Instead, I bumped into Andrey Belov. Actually, he crashed into me, spilling his sticky, sweet drink all over me.

Serving cocktails with morning sickness is bad enough. Stumbling into a mob hit? Nightmare. Running is my only choice. Although I never expected to run into him. Alek. The hook-up I can't forget. The guy I saw murdered was his brother. And he'll do anything to find the killer—even if that means keeping me under lock and key until I ID the shooter. Now, he's the only one standing between me and a bullet.

It started as a stupid, desperate plan. Fake the baby bump. Claim my sister's secret love child as mine. Lie to everyone, including the most dangerous man in Vegas. Then my sister disappeared. Her forbidden lover and his wife got blown to bits in a car bomb. And I bankrupted myself trying to find her. That's when he found me.

I expected to wake up tangled in my husband's arms. His wicked hands dragging me back into bliss. Instead, I'm barefoot on a freezing cot and I'm dressed like a trauma surgeon who lost her shoes. This sucks and I'm scared. The cotton sheets and silk robes are gone, replaced by chains, shadows, and a cast-iron door. At first, I thought it was Radomir. That two-timing bastard must have found out I was going to leave him. But the truth is far worse. I've been kidnapped. Not by just anyone—but by the monster from my nightmares. He wants what's locked inside my mind.