A Beast So Cold Series: Beauty & The Beast #2 Author: Beena Khan




Title: A Beast So Cold
Series: Beauty & The Beast #2
Author: Beena Khan
Genre: Mafia Romance
Release Date: April 15, 2021


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The moment the devil saw me at the auction, he purchased me.

Once upon a time…
A beast craved me, the beauty… I was his Doll, and he was my darkest fairytale.

I ravaged the beast, and the rival Don, the blue-eyed devil took me.

His angelic beauty is frightening, and I want no part of it. I’m trapped by him now in a dark place and I can’t escape. I vowed to bring him down, and I won’t rest until I do.

Vlad made Dahlia his queen. The reason behind his smile. If he was ruthless before, now he’s heartless. Nobody takes away what he wants. A beast is no man, and he’s going to prove it by dragging her from hell.

Vengeance is all Vlad seeks now, no matter what the cost. It’s kill or be killed.

Welcome to New York’s Underworld.

The dark and gothic sequel in the Beauty & the Beast mafia crime romance series. This concludes Dahlia and Vlad’s story.








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Given half the chance, I could imagine what my alternate life might have been like here. I might have gone to college, maybe become a lawyer, settling down and marrying a decent man, and having children.
The American dream, right?
But it was too late.
I had lived a nightmare.
My eyes landed on the budding flowers in the small garden. My gaze narrowed on the delicate red roses that were starting to bloom. The roses and their light green stems were still wet from the earlier showers that morning. The fragrance of their aroma was inviting me to come closer. I swallowed with difficulty, and my mind drifted to places I no longer was in. My hands were itching to pluck out a rose, but I forced myself to stay still. There would be no more roses for me, and I might as well start collecting thorns now.






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Beena Khan writes edgy, sometimes sweet contemporary romance that makes you think. She 27 years old and lives in New York. She currently holds a Masters Degree in Developmental Psychology. She enjoys reading, writing, and netflixing.


Alliance Series: Sinners of New Orleans #1 Author: Natalia Lourose




Title: Alliance
Series: Sinners of New Orleans #1
Author: Natalia Lourose
Genre: Mafia Arranged Marriage/
Forbidden Romance
Release Date: May 5, 2021


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A sinner met a saint,
Two worlds collided,
And everything burned.

Lana
I’ve done everything right.
Playing the part of the demure famiglia daughter,
And hiding my pain beneath makeup and pretty dresses.
But marrying a man ten years my senior?
Whose words cut like knives,
And lips taste like poison.
This is the one thing I can’t do.

Ignazio
I’ve done nothing right.
I’m not a virtuous man,
I balance on the line between light and dark.
My past is littered with sins,
Each of them is haunting me.
I’m not worthy of the angel with long hair and hazel eyes.
And yet, I’d burn the city to the ground to hold her in my arms.

What’s a sinner to do?





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“What are you trying to escape, bella?” He doesn’t put the car in drive, instead he removes his hand from the gearshift and turns his attention on me. His warm eyes penetrate me, seeing through my brittle exterior, past the façade that my family has created.
What am I trying to escape?
I play with the idea of telling him about my arranged marriage. About the ring that I have stuffed in my underwear drawer back home. About my parents who showed no sympathy when I came back to the kitchen with an angry red mark blooming on my arm.
Today, for the first time since her death, I felt angry with Lily. She met this man and took the easy way out; she jumped to escape him and with her escape she put me directly in the path of the lion.
I want to tell Naz all of this. All the thoughts spiraling through my head that led me to calling Molly and leaving my house tonight.
I don’t though, out of fear that he’ll call me naïve.
A stupid, silly girl.
I was raised in this town, in this family. I know how the game works, I know the power plays, and yet I thought that behaving and looking pretty would somehow exempt me from them.
And what would he say to me? There’s nothing he can do to change this, to fix this broken situation. He knows. I know he knows what my family plans to do. If he’s a true soldier, he’ll probably drive me right back home, dropping me off on the front porch with a bow.
Those deep eyes are studying me as the thoughts roll through my head, threatening to take over and send me back into a panic. His tattooed hand reaches up to his throat, his thumb and forefinger slipping over the St. Jude pendant. I don’t think he even notices that he does it, it’s just an instinct.
Naz is handsome in a bad boy way. He’s not the type of man my parents would ever approve of. The black ink that peeks out of his button-down shirt, working its way toward his throat, would give my mother a heart attack. Even his fingers are covered, the ink extending toward his nail beds. For some reason that I can’t place, it sends a rush of heat to my core.
His hair is slicked back, dark as black ink, and buzzed on either side. He looks well-groomed but there’s a few days’ worth of stubble that covers his chin and my mind wanders to thoughts of how it would feel between my thighs.
“Everything.” I finally answer his question. “I’m trying to escape everything.”
He moves a hand to his face, rubbing over his chin thoughtfully. I don’t want him to overthink this. I want him to take me home; I want to feel him between my legs, his mouth on my skin; I want to erase Davis’ hand from my body; I want to experience a man that I choose.
And I definitely did not choose Davis Lafontaine.
“Take me to your house,” I breathe. “Please.”






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Natalia Lourose writes angsty romance about broken people figuring out life and finding love along the way. Television and far too much smut as a teenager left her obsessed with dark-haired bad boys who are moody and wear leather jackets. Tucked away in her office with a dog at her feet, two cats on her keyboard, and husband doing something she is always writing something, or trying to.


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Betrayed Honor A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Ivanov Crime Family #3) Author: Zoe Blake




Title: Betrayed Honor
Series: Ivanov Crime Family #3
Author: Zoe Blake
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: March 19, 2021


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Her innocence was going to get her killed.
That was if I didn’t get to her first.
She’s the protected little sister of the powerful Ivanov Russian mafia family – the very definition of forbidden.
It’s always been my job, as their Head of Security, to watch over her but never to touch.
That ends today.
She disobeyed me and put herself in danger.
It was time to take her in hand.
I’m the only one who can save her and I will fight anyone who tries to stop me, including her brothers.
Honor and loyalty be damned.
She’s mine now.







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I picked up one of the useless pieces of decor he had about the place to make it look like a normal home and not like the security surveillance headquarters it really was.
He raised his arm. Pointing a finger at me, he warned, “Don’t you dare!”
I threw it.
He ducked in time for it to smash against the wall behind him.
“Liar!” I cried as I launched another missile, a glass cylinder holding an unlit candle.
He lunged for me. I feigned right then left and bolted to the other side of the room, placing the sofa between us.
“You’re a fucking liar! You’ve been fucking lying to me this whole time!”
“Language!” he roared as he circled around. I kept out of arm’s reach, always keeping the length of the sofa between us.
I fired back, purely out of spite, the one phrase I knew would piss him off. “Poshol nahuj!”
Reaching down, he used both hands to shove the sofa. It easily slid across the polished dark bamboo floor, removing the barricade between us. He rose to his full, unbelievably intimidating height. A vein pulsed in his temple as his chest rose and fell with each agitated breath. I had angered the beast. Without the sofa between us, I was vulnerable and unprotected.
“Apparently,” Mikhail snarled, “my bad girl needs another lesson from me.”
There was only one option left for me. I turned and bolted for the front door.
He was right behind me.
Snatching my arm, he swung me around and used the force of his body to press me against the wall of windows. Behind me was a panorama of stars and the flickering lights from the boats out on the Potomac, a peaceful scene that belied the war brewing between us.
He pressed his fingertips into my upper arms. “Listen to me.”
Not wanting to listen to his excuses and lies, I clawed at his grasp, trying to wriggle away.
He shifted his hold to my waist and swooped down to capture my lips in an attempt to subdue me; I shifted my head to the side, avoiding him. It didn’t work.
Tightening his hold on my waist, he lifted me high off my feet. I was anchored against the glass with his hips, his hard cock pushed against my stomach. He released his hold and wrapped his hands around my jaw, forcing my head forward. He then took possession of my mouth. When I tried to keep my lips closed, he pressed his thumbs into the soft flesh of my cheeks, forcing my jaw open. At first, I returned his kiss, then I returned to my senses and fought back and bit his lip.
His head reared back. He swept his tongue across his lower lip, lapping up a tiny bead of blood.
He wasn’t deterred.
He captured my mouth again. I could taste the metallic tang of his blood. His fingers slipped into my wild strawberry curls, holding my head steady for his continued assault. He pressed his body tighter against my soft curves, refusing to give quarter till I accepted him and accepted his dominance over me.
He broke the kiss and breathed against my mouth. “You’re mine. Fucking mine.”
I knew the moment the fight left me when I felt the brush of the back of his knuckles down my cheek. Swallowing my capitulating moan, he deepened the kiss. He interlaced his fingers with mine and pressed my hands against the glass on either side of my head. The cold, hard surface brought reality crashing back. I desperately wanted to return to the warmth and ignore all else but knew that was not possible.
Using every ounce of strength I possessed, I pulled back. He ran a thumb over my cheekbone, feeling the soft warmth of my flush. I never wore makeup, but at this moment, I was certain my swollen lips looked as if they were bright with a kiss-smeared crimson lipstick.
“Why?” I whispered, the sting of betrayal bright in my eyes.
He took a deep breath and told me the jaggedly raw truth. “All I can say is, from the moment I met you, there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that you were meant to be mine and mine alone. Part of that meant you were mine to protect.”
“So you snuck a security camera into my shop?”
His eyes hardened as he shifted his gaze away from mine.
Fuck. It was so much worse than just a single security camera. He and my brothers had probably been watching and monitoring every step I ever made from the moment I left Gregor’s house, seeking my so-called independence.
He took a step back and let me slide back onto my feet. From this position, he towered over my slight frame. “Baby, you are just going to have to trust me.”
“Trust you? I feel like I don’t even know you anymore, if I ever did.”
“I never had any cameras in your apartment. Just the entrances and exits and your shop.”
I threw my arms into the air. “Oh, well, that makes things all better.”
“I will not apologize or feel guilty for doing my fucking job, for wanting to keep the woman I love safe.”
I shook my head. “No! No. You can’t do that to me. You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to give me the cold shoulder for three years and then one day announce that we’re together and you love me because you’ve finally decided you want me. That’s not how this works.”
He slammed his fist against the window. The glass vibrated from the impact, and the starburst crack a few feet away lengthened. “Damn it, Nadia. You know why we couldn’t be together. It was for your own good.”
I shifted away from the window and backed up a few paces, needing space from him. I couldn’t think straight when he was that close to me. “For my own good. For my own protection. You’re no better than my brothers. Deciding what is best for me without even bothering to ask me!”
He started toward me. “I am what is best for you. I’ve always been what is best for you. Me and me alone.”
Picking up the nearest object I could lay my hands on — a blue glass bowl — and I shouted back, “Then you should have put a ring on it instead of just standing on the sidelines all these years.” I threw the bowl straight at his head and once again bolted for the door.
I didn’t make it two steps before he caught up with me. Grasping me from behind, he wrenched my body close to his own. He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “You’re not going anywhere.”
My hands balled into fists as I stomped my foot, trying to step on his toes and force him to release me. “Let go!”
Mikhail moved so quickly I didn’t even have time to protect myself. He spun me around in his embrace. His right hand struck out, wrapping his fist into a shock of my messy curls, then he wrenched my head back. His other hand went to my lower back, pushing me forward and against him. My hands rose to press back against his chest. He didn’t budge.
He stormed back. “You need to understand that as of tonight, things have changed. We’re together now, and I’m not letting you go.”
I twisted my head to the side. “We’re not together. All I’ve ever been to you is a security job.”
“You’ve been a whole lot fucking more to me than some stupid job, Nadia.”
His mouth swept down to capture my own.






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She delights in writing Dark Romance books filled with overly-possessive Billionaires, Taboo scenes and Unexpected twists. She usually spends her ill-gotten gains on martinis, travel and red lipstick. Since she can barely boil water, she’s lucky enough to be married to a sexy Chef.


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The Priest Series: Bratva Blood #5 Author: SR Jones




Title: The Priest
Series: Bratva Blood #5
Author: SR Jones
Genre: Mafia Romance/Organized Crime
Release Date: February 19, 2021


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They call me The Priest, but there’s nothing holy about me.
Call sign: Priest
Occupation: Mercenary
Assignment: Hostage Extraction
The assignment was simple: Extract the hostage. Take out all hostiles. Relocate the hostage to a safe house.
The assignment was simple…
Until it wasn’t.
Roze is a mafia princess, but she doesn’t live in that world.
Innocent, young, and naïve, she’s become mine to protect.
Just a broken girl looking for some humanity, and a man with nothing left to give.
Yet, she’s the light to my dark and my soul yearns for her.
Lines are about to be crossed. Morals burned to the ground.
She’s the first thing I’ve wanted in forever, and I’m not about to walk away.
God help me.

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The air between me and my close protection officer, as he calls himself, could be on fire there’s that much heat swirling between us.

He stares at me, and emotions race through his gaze so fast I can’t catalogue them. One moment, I’m standing hand on hip, head to one side, being a bitch, and the next I’m over his shoulder, ass in the air, and his huge hand comes down on said ass in a fierce slap that rings out in the room.

I let out a high-pitched yell and start to struggle.

“What the hell?” I demand. “My father is paying you; put me down right now.”

“You asked me what I do to bratty, pushy little princesses. I’m going to show you.”

“No, you are not. Put me down.”

“Not happening.” He turns us around and walks to a desk in the corner of the room.

He places me on the floor, kicks my legs apart roughly, and orders, “Hands on the desk.”

My heart is pounding. What is this? I do it, though. I glance behind me.

“Eyes forward,” he growls, and I face front.

I do what he says like some automaton.

“Do you think you’re the one in charge here?” Priest asks me, his voice low. Deadly calm covers his skin. A shield of nonchalance against my tempestuous emotions.

I’m shaking, but I don’t hesitate to reply, “My father hired you. I can call him right now and get you taken off my protection. So, yes, I am.”

I don’t want to lose Priest. He’s the only thing in this f****d up world that makes me feel safe, so why do I keep pushing? Because you want him, and he keeps rejecting you? My inner shrink helpfully provides the answer.

“That’s not what I asked.” His voice is so damn reasonable. “What I asked is, do you really think you’re the one in charge here?”

The answer to his question is clearly, no. I’m so not in charge. Hell, how can I be when I’m clearly not in control of my own bodily responses. I shake my head, unable to admit it. My legs are trembling. Is he going to smack my ass again?

I kind of want him to.

“I tried,” he says, mystifyingly. He sighs. “Tried to be honorable, good. Do the right thing. Stay the right side of the line. You kept pushing though.”

I did, didn’t I? I’m not sorry either, if it breaks through to him.

“You don’t want to be in charge, do you?”

God help me, I don’t. I want someone to just make it all … stop. The noise in my head. The zinging damn electricity that hasn’t left me since I was taken. I want that all to stop, and I want to be pulled back into the real world. The one where there isn’t something separating me from truly being a part of the life going on around me. I can’t even decide what to wear in that stupid closet full of clothes that aren’t mine.

Should I wear the jeans and t-shirt, or the smart pantsuit? Should I call my father and ask him outright if he’s scum? Should I go back to Dubrovnik ,or start a new life somewhere like America or Canada?

Should I take my next breath?

I. Want. It. To. Stop. I want someone else to tell me what to do. For now, at least.

Eat the salad, Roze. Breathe, Roze. Drink the water, Roze. Put the pantsuit on, Roze. Go to sleep, Roze. Suck my cock, Roze.

God. I’m so screwed.

He touches me, and it is feather light. Two fingers on the pulse point on my neck. “You’re a mess. Your hearts beating so fast. Are you scared?”

Yes,” I whisper.






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Hi guys. I’m Skye, a paranormal and contemporary romance author from rainy Northern England. I write Paranormal romance as Skye Jones, and steamy dark romance as S.R. Jones.

The one thing my books in both genres have in common are gritty themes, and alpha heroes who are damaged but oh-so-redeemable! 

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Vicious Oath A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (Ivanov Crime Family #2) Author: Zoe Blake




Title: Vicious Oath
Series: Ivanov Crime Family #2
Author: Zoe Blake
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: February 19, 2021


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When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed.
She’s too smart for her own good, and it’s going to get her killed.
Against my better judgement, I put her under the protection of my powerful Russian mafia family.

So imagine my anger when the little minx ran.
For three long years I’ve been on her trail, always one step behind.
Finding and claiming her had become an obsession.
It was getting harder to rein in my driving need to possess her… to own her.

But now the chase was over.
I’ve found her.
Soon she will be mine.
And I plan to make it official, even if I have to drag her kicking and screaming to the altar.
This time… there will be no escape from me.







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Even in the dim moonlight, I could see the hard glint in his eyes as he advanced, his arms raised. Startled, I stumbled backward, wrapping my hands around the post at my back to steady myself, and then followed his gaze.
Horrified, I realized the rounded neckline of my gown had pushed down when he’d lifted me onto his shoulder. The curves of my br**sts were spilling over the top, and I could see the white lace edge of my bra. From my position on the bench, my chest was now practically at his eye level, completely on display.
“Christ, babygirl,” Damien growled before lunging for me.
With a squeal, I dipped under his outstretched arm and scrambled in my bare feet along the bench to the other side of the gazebo. Keeping one steadying hand on the post, I yanked up the neckline of my dress.
Once again pointing a finger in his direction, I warned, “Don’t you touch me!”
His mouth twisted in a grin. “We are long past that being an option, my malen’kiy padshiy angel.”
Since he barely remembered to feed me as a child, my stepfather definitely never took the time to teach me his native tongue. I really only knew a few curse words and the phrase useless brat in Russian.
I narrowed my gaze. “What does malen’kiy padshiy angel mean?” I asked, sounding it out phonetically.
Reaching down, Damien pinched the hem of my dress between his finger and thumb. He pulled on the pink velvet. “It means my little fallen angel.”
My cheeks flushed at the implied intimacy of such a nickname, not to mention the sexy way he’d said it.
To be honest, I had never liked the sound of the Russian language. It had always sounded course and guttural to my untrained ears, like they were grinding rocks with their teeth as they spoke. It wasn’t the same with Damien. When he spoke Russian, it was more like the low warning purr of a lion.
He twisted the excess fabric in his hand. The dress pulled tight around my hips. I resisted his tug as I clung to the post behind me. He twisted his fist again. This time the dress shifted down, once more exposing the top of my bra. Without thought, I let go of the post and flattened both palms protectively over my chest.
It gave him the perfect opportunity.
With a swift tug, he propelled my body forward, sending me crashing into his arms. It was like hitting a brick wall. Grasping his shoulders for purchase, I still couldn’t stop the momentum and slid down until my knees hit the padded bench. Now all I had to do was tilt my head upwards for my mouth to be only inches from his….
Time stood still.
I cried out and tried to escape.
Damien leaned in close, his lips caressing my ear as he whispered in a low soothing voice, “Shhh… malyshka. I won’t hurt you. Not if you give me what I want.”
I started at the double-entendre of his words.
He slipped a finger under my chin and raised my head. His eyes were such a dark blue they were practically black. They gave away nothing.
With his thumb, he caressed my lower lip. Smearing the clear shimmering gloss I had just put on. Keeping his focus on me, his hand slipped lower to the opening of my dress. He pulled on the neckline till one of the delicate buttons popped. With the dress gaping open, he could once more see the white lace of my bra.
His thumb swiped the upper curve of my right br**st, then the left, marking them with a shimmering trail of glitter from my lipstick.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out, whether from misplaced desire or fear, I had no idea.
Damien ran his knuckle back and forth over the upper swell of my left breast. He observed darkly, “In my line of work, there are so many creative ways to make a person talk.”
He pressed his hips against my body, and I could feel the push of his erect c**k against my stomach. I inhaled sharply as if pulling away from a hot brand.
He leaned his head down and whispered against my open mouth. “So. Many. Creative. Ways.”
My ears buzzed with the sound of the water lapping against the shore and my own hesitant breath. Beneath my hand, there was the steady drumbeat of his heart. My lips parted, and for a spare moment, we shared the same air.
He lifted his right arm and cradled my cheek. My skin, chilled by the night air, felt cool compared to the heat of his palm. The pad of his thumb caressed the outline of my cheekbone.
“Now tell me, who hurt you, babygirl?”
My heart skipped a beat. Part of me yearned to curl up in his arms and spill all my problems onto his big shoulders.
Twisting my head to the side, I lowered my gaze. “It’s nothing.”
Placing a finger under my chin, he forced me to turn back. “It’s far from nothing. Someone hit you. That’s not acceptable. You need to tell me who so I can deal with the matter.”
My curiosity got the better of me. “Deal with the matter? What are you going to do?”
His jaw shifted as he inhaled deeply through his nose. “That is none of your concern. Just give me the name.”
“None of my concern? You’ve got that backwards. I can’t see how any of this is your concern.”
Damien wrapped his free arm around my waist, placing his palm against my lower back and pulling me forward till his hips pressed into my stomach. He leaned down till his lips were barely a whisper from mine. “If you think that, then you haven’t been paying attention.”
His lips claimed mine.








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I Thee Take (To Have and To Hold Duet #2) Author: Natasha Knight




Title: I Thee Take
Series: To Have and To Hold Duet #2
Author: Natasha Knight
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Cover Design: CoverLuv
Release Date: February 23, 2021


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Scarlett

Cristiano is my enemy. He’s also the only man with whom I’ve ever felt safe. Protected.

But I have to remember that he married me with one purpose in mind. Revenge. I would be the bridge to his real enemies.

I can’t let myself forget that he isn’t the hero of this story. His hands are covered in blood. I saw that with my own eyes.

Cristiano

I thought I knew Scarlett’s past, but I didn’t know anything.

I thought I knew the worst of monsters, but I hadn’t seen anything yet.

Sometimes you have to lie to yourself to survive.

Sometimes it’s those closest to you who will bury their knives in your back.

Too many times it’s the innocents who pay for your mistakes. For your refusal to see.

I can’t let Scarlett pay for mine.

But I may be too late to stop it.








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Natasha Knight is the USA Today Bestselling author of Romantic Suspense and Dark Romance Novels. She has sold over half a million books and is translated into six languages. She currently lives in The Netherlands with her husband and two daughters and when she’s not writing, she’s walking in the woods listening to a book, sitting in a corner reading or off exploring the world as often as she can get away.

Savage Vow Series: Ivanov Crime Family #1 Author: Zoe Blake




Title: Savage Vow
Series: Ivanov Crime Family #1
Author: Zoe Blake
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: January 15, 2021


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I took her innocence as payment. 
She was far too young and naïve to be betrothed to a monster like me. 
I would bring only pain and darkness into her sheltered world. 

That’s why she ran. 
I should’ve just let her go… 
She never asked to marry into a powerful Russian mafia family. 
None of this was her choice. 

Unfortunately for her, I don’t care. 
I own her… and after three years of searching… I’ve found her. 
My runaway bride was about to learn disobedience has consequences… punishing ones. 

Having her in my arms and under my control had become an obsession. 
Nothing was going to keep me from claiming her before the eyes of God and man. 
She’s finally mine… and I’m never letting her go.







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I rounded the long dining room table putting distance between me and Gregor. 
He followed. 
“This isn’t about your father or our families or about the damn money. I don’t give a shit about the money. This is about us,” he yelled as he quickened his pace. 
Panicking, I pulled out one of the chairs and thrust it in his way. “There is no us! There is nothing between us. We are only bound by blood money.”
Gregor reached down and flipped the chair on its side sending it skidding across the hardwood floor. 
I screamed and turned to run. 
His hand wrapped around my upper arm. I was propelled backwards till I slammed against the wall. Gregor quickly followed, placing this forearms on either side of my head, caging me in. 
“I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. Do you understand me, mалы́шка?”
I was breathing heavily. I breasts brushed against his chest with each inhalation. I could feel my nipples tighten against silk fabric of my strapless bra. 
Still, I dared to challenge him. Why not? The damned have nothing to lose. “Say what? The truth?” I viscously spit out, “You’re just the monster whose been chasing me. Nothing more.”
Reaching down, he raised the hem of my dress. His hand a fiery brand on my thigh. 
“No! Stop!”
He ignored my protest. Wedging his knee between my thighs, he forced my legs open. His fingers sought out my core, caressing me through the thin fabric of my panties. He leaned down to nuzzle my neck just below my ear. 
I bit my lip to stifle a groan. 
He shifted his hips so I could feel the hard press of his cock against my inner thigh. “You’re lying to yourself and to me. Does that feel like nothing to you?”
I rolled my head from side to side. “Lust fueled by hatred and revenge. Every kiss taken by force.”
He raised his arm and slammed his fist against the wall, making me cry out. He then clasped his hands over my jaw to cradle my face. His gaze bore into my own before it traveled to my mouth. It looked as if he were going to say something but instead he turned away with an animalistic growl. 
I stayed plastered against the wall, afraid to move. 
Gregor turned back to me. His eyes dark and cold as steel. “So be it, Samara. I’ll show you just what a monster I can be.”
A terrified scream tore through my body as he tossed me over his shoulder and carried me up the dark staircase to his bedroom.








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USA TODAY Bestselling Author in Dark Romance 

She delights in writing Dark Romance books filled with overly-possessive Billionaires, Taboo scenes and Unexpected twists. She usually spends her ill-gotten gains on martinis, travel and red lipstick. Since she can barely boil water, she’s lucky enough to be married to a sexy Chef.


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You Are Mine Author: Victory Storm


Title: You Are Mine 
Author: Victory Storm 
Genre: Mafia Romance 


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Can a love that defies the law of two families divided by an ancient grudge ever survive?
Ginevra Rinaldi never knew what freedom was. Living in a golden cage, smothering and full of rules dictated by her father, she is used to obeying and suffering her family punishments for any of her rebellious acts.
Lorenzo Orlando has abdicated his place as heir to the Orlando family heritage in order to have the freedom to be and do what he wants, even risking his own life. However, today he is a respected man and is the owner of Rockart City`s most prestigious venue, the Bridge.
Determined to break the mold as well as the rules, Ginevra will end up in the wolf`s den. What will happen when she becomes ensnared by Lorenzo`s penetrating gaze and finds out that she can no longer escape him? How much time will Ginevra have before becoming Lorenzo’s prey?

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Victory Storm is an Italian author. She lives in Aosta with her husband, her two dogs and five cats.

After working as a teacher and as an interior design, she opens a publishing house and publishes his novels.

After the success of the Blood Saga and “A Star In My Life”, she becomes an established writer and decides to devote herself completely to writing.

Today Victory has sold 65,000 copies and published 20 novels, some of which have been translated into French, Spanish and Portuguese.

In English, she has published three romance novels (“A Star In My Life”, “In Love With A Star”, “The Sweet Poison Of Revenge”), a mafia romance (“You Are Mine”) and two new adult romances ( “Love Hurricane” and “Broken Rules”).

 

“You Are Mine” was very successful in Italy entering the Top 100 of Amazon.it and was also very appreciated in France and Spain where it climbed the iTunes Books chart.

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From Son To Soldier By KL Myers

 

From Son to Soldier by KL Myers is releasing on Sept. 21st!

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Being part of the Vicci Crime Family isn’t my birthright, but it runs through my blood just as deep as if it were. My destiny was set the minute Angelo Rizzuto married my mother, despite my parents trying to shelter me from it all.

La Cosa Nostra. Before God or family. The vow my father took was the same vow that destroyed everything I knew. And it was now the pledge I honored alongside him. 

“With My Life”—words spoken from the deepest depths of my soul, a promise I made to Giovanna Panzica the moment our paths crossed. But I quickly learned that the repercussions that follow one wrong decision can last a lifetime.

My story became a tale of how a vendetta can shape a good boy into an evil man. I don’t know if there’s hope for my soul or if I’m destined to live a life of crime, but I do hope I can keep my promise to Giovanna no matter how my final chapter ends.

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K.L. Myers was born in West Berlin, Germany while her father was stationed there. She spent her childhood moving from continent to continent finally landing permanently in Colorado when her father retired. Eventually, K.L. moved to “hell”, aka Arizona where she resides with her husband & their fur babies. She has 2 grown daughters & 3 grandchildren.
KL has a passion for reading and writing hot romance when she isn’t juggling family & a full-time job.
Her books & novellas show a pension for a bad boy with a heart of gold. Coupling her bad boys with strong, independent women who don’t need rescuing, and just maybe a taste of naughty redemption! Her characters will pull you in & leave you satiated, yet panting for more, more, MORE!


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Devious Author: J.M. Stoneback




Title: Devious
Author: J.M. Stoneback
Genre: Dark Mafia Romance
Cover Design: Juliana Cabrera, Jersey Girl Design
Release Date: July 19, 2020



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It’s time to pay my father’s debt.

Nobody is stupid enough to steal from him, Cayden Vitali.

They call him Devious for a reason. He doesn’t let his debts go unpaid. He collects what he’s owed.

Lex Bartoli works for Devious. Lex should know better than to steal his money. But mistakes were made, and now it’s time to pay.

Unfortunately for me, Devious knows exactly what he wants as payment for Lex’s stupid mistake.

Me.

Lex’s daughter.

If I won’t agree to marry Devious, he has another way of making my family pay.

The choice is mine.

Marry the enemy… or watch him kill my father as payback.

Devious is a mafia book with an arranged marriage, enemies to lovers and an age gap romance.  







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“Nymph.” His voice is deep, hollow. Mesmerizing like a siren. Butterflies spill in my belly and blood rushes to my ears. I hate it when people give me nicknames as if I’m a kid, but for some strange reason, I always allow Devious to do it.

He grabs a few strands of my curls, twirls them around his finger. “I always wanted to know if your hair was as soft as it looks.” He runs his thick fingers through my thick curly hair. “Your hair feels like silk. It’d be easy to wrap around my finger if I were to fuck you.”

My cheeks burn hotter than a log in a fire. Jesus, this man. I’ve never had another to say bold words to me. Atrocious never been this bold. I wonder how it would feel to fuck Devious. But, instead I’m stuck with slutty Underboss of Las Vegas that I have no interest in.

“Giving me a compliment won’t get you in my panties, Devious. You’re going to have to try harder than that.” I flip my hair over my shoulders and straighten my spine like a pole.

His laugh is low and sinister. It chills me to the bones. So much lust burns in his eyes that it could burn down this whole building. My heart beats into a frenzy and my mouth becomes bone dry.

Devious runs his thick fingers through his inky black hair then shoves them into his pocket. “What will?” His tone is elegant, just like him. His eyes drift to my lips and I shake my head, smiling.

“Thirty million and a pet mermaid,” I joke.

He leans down, whispers. “Do you accept checks or cash?” His voice tickles my ear. A flush crawled to my neck, making its way to my cheeks. Then my eyes catch his expensive loafers and trail up to his black tailored suit. Devious is wealthy beyond reason. If wealth was an aura, then you could feel it from him.

“I’m joking.” I smile.

“Well, I wasn’t.” There is a ting of smugness in his tone.

I bite my bottom lip and pick at the dead skin around my thumb. “Why are you here? If you’re looking for Papa, then I’m afraid you have missed him. He left an hour ago.” I lie.

“Did he now?” He smirks wickedly.

“Yeah, he went to… to pick us up some dinner from Chipotle.”

He taps his index finger on my nose. “You were never good at lying.” He tsk. “Where is he hiding?”

“Why would I lie to you? I told you that he’s out getting us dinner.”

Annoyance paints his face. “It’s a crime to lie to your Don. If you lie to me again, then I’ll have no choice, but to punish you,” he threatens. Devious is the Don of all the five familigas in the United States which makes him one of the most powerful men in the country. “Again, Where is Lex?”

I gulp loud before answering. “In the living room.” I step to the side and he waltzes inside, along with his soldiers and I trail behind them.

“You need to plan his funeral tomorrow.” Devious’ emotionless tone scares me. My pulse thumps loud in my ears and bile tickles the back of my throat.

We enter the living room. Papa stands taller and Devious towers over him.

“You’re ready to accept your punishment?” Devious asks and Papa simply nods. His facial expression displays bravery, but his eyes. Terror shines in them.

“If you don’t want to see the inside of your father’s skull then I suggest you leave,” Devious orders me, removing his gun from his holster. He aims it at Papa’s forehead. My papa closes his eyes and puffs out his chest.

Fear eats up every cell in my body and a lump form in my throat. This is the reason he wanted me to stay in Vegas. He committed a crime against Devious and wanted to make sure I was taken care of by Atrocious.

I rush in front of Papa, blocking him, but it’s no good. I hold my head high, shielding myself with my bravery. You need bravery to face Devious. If you show one crack of weakness, then he’ll use it against you. Slowly, Devious lowers his gun to his side and his face flickers with confusion.

“Please, don’t,” I whisper. “What did he do?”

“Leave, now! Roselyn,” Papa screams, pushing me in the direction of the door, but I keep my shoes glued to the floor.

I turn my view to Devious. His jaw tics and anger warps in his eyes. “He stole a hundred thousand dollars from me.”

“I have thirty thousand dollars and I can work as a maid to pay off his debt,” I say.

I received fifty grand from Mama’s death. Plus, I save the money Papa gives me weekly. The women in the mafia are not allowed to work, they are supposed to wait until their familiga’s marry them off. It’s an ancient rule in the modern world and it’s stupid. I don’t care about working as long as it means saving Papa’s life.

Devious glances between Papa and me. And I can tell that he’s thinking long and hard about something, then he smiles. His smile is more deadly than poison. Papa shakes his head.

“You can’t have her,” Papa says, shoving Devious. Devious takes a few forward and glares at him. Nervousness swallows me whole and spits me out.

“Grab him,” Devious says.

The two soldiers grab Papa by the arm on each side. Devious stalks up to me and I take a step back. He grips my chin, rubs his thumb on my cheek. I place my hand on his, digging my nails into his flesh and he doesn’t flinch. His eyes bore into mine and my breath is labor and short.

His cologne is strong and inviting. He smells as if he rolled in a tub of cinnamon spice.
“You’re going to be my new wife to pay off Lex’s debt.” My heart beats so hard that I think it’s going to burst in my chest. Nauseous hits me like a boxer hitting a punching bag. I can’t believe Devious would ask for my hand in marriage. Especially when he hasn’t even shown any interest in me besides trying to get me to sleep with him.

“What? I’m promised to Atrocious.” I shake my head. The thought of me marrying him sent a shiver down my spine.

“I’m well aware of your engagement to him. ” He grits out and I don’t miss the jealousy in his tone.

No.” I challenge and he grinds his perfect white teeth.

“No?” he says as if the words are foreign. The corner of his mouth turns up and I fold my arms across my chest.

“You heard me. What part of no do you not understand? The N or the O?”
The lines on his forehead deepens as he aims his gun at my Papa’s forehead again. “Marry me or watch your father’s brain decorate this tackle ass wall.”

Tears sting my eyes, anger hurdles in my chest, my throat burns. His face is wiped clean from any emotions. Gone is the person who just flirted with me a few minutes ago, replaced with the psychopath and murderer that I heard about. Devious hid that side of him well. I was naïve to believe that he was different, because he is always nice to me.

Papa shakes his head so hard that I think it will roll off his shoulders. “Don’t do it, Roselyn,” he begs. His eyes flash with warning.

Devious cocks his gun and digs the barrel in Papa’s forehead harder. “My patience is running thin. I don’t have all day.”

“Fine,” I answer, through clench teeth, and fresh warm tickles down my cheek, like a water hose, then I quickly wipe them away. He tucks his gun back in his holster.






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J.M. writes contemporary and dark mafia romance. She lives in Georgia, with her three boys and her husband. Her hobbies consist of reading, playing video games, and spending time with her family. 



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