Russian Mob Chronicles

When opposing sides of the law collide, it isn't solely the rules being broken. I dreamed about being an architect when I was a child, but when my brother was sentenced to life behind bars only weeks after pleading for my pardon at the feet of a ruthless mafia don, my plans altered.Now I am a first-year intern at the number one defense firm in the country. I'm seeking help from the right side of the law, so the last place I expect to find it is in a man who's far from lawful.Nikolai Popov was raised in a criminal entity that's as bigoted as it is violent. The devilishly good-looking bratva prince has lived a hard and fast life that often sees him facing a line-up, yet he's not spent one night behind bars.If his lawyer hadn't left town on a whim, our lives would have never crossed paths. However, a mix-up with Nikolai's home arrest documentation awards my firm more than the chance to defend him.He becomes my unexpected house guest for the long weekend.I'm still hiding the scars of my last tussle with mafia royalty, so I anticipate the worst when I'm thrust back into the dark and dangerous world that almost claimed my life.Will I survive a second tightrope walk with a mafia prince, or will the protection of a man who has only ever looked out for himself be greater than the deceptive web that tore my family apart?*For TWs please visit the author's website. Please note in this book Nikolai refers to Justine as ангел, which means Angel in Russian. He pronounces ангел as Ahren (Aaron). This is not the correct pronunciation, but in I Married a Mob Boss (Rico's story), it states that Nikolai couldn't speak Russian as well as his siblings, and out of all the sayings he got wrong, this one stuck.

Have you ever wanted something so bad, you're willing to kill for it? That's what I felt the instant my eyes locked on Justine. I could practically taste her innocence on my tongue when she stood across from me, riling me up like the life in her eyes hadn't been snuffed years ago. The thrill of the chase ran through my blood so fast, for the first time in years, I felt like I had a heart sitting in my chest. Its beat was weak and cold, but it was still thumping nonetheless.
 It had literally only been a few hours since I had a woman's warmth wrapped around my cock, but my hunger for Justine was uninhibited. Her scent was so intoxicating, my arrogance fed off it. I craved it like a drug, willing to give up everything to have it embedded in my skin-even my freedom. 
They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but Vladimir isn't going to be that lucky. I was maimed, beaten and tortured as he groomed me to be a natural born killer, and he is going to discover the hard way how precise his tactics were. 
Disrespecting my family is as punishable as disrespecting me. Justine is now my family, and I'll spill the blood of a thousand men before I let anyone take her away from me. 
This devil needs his rest, and Justine is the angel who can give it to me.
Author Warning: This book has adult scenes and situations that may be distressing to some readers. This book is part two of Nikolai's story and it is not intended to be read as a standalone.

The gripping third installment in the Russian Mob Chronicles. Due to spoilers, no official blurb will be given.Author Warning: Due to adult content this book is not recommended for those under the age of 18.

When Justine walked into my life, I swore an allegiance, an oath to protect her with everything I have. I slayed the devil and stole his crown. I now sit in his throne with my queen at my side. But what happens when everything I've ever wanted is pulled out from beneath me?I've risen from the ashes more than once, but this resurrection is by far the most dangerous. It threatens to take everything I've worked for-everything I deserve. But more than anything, it wants to destroy her: my Ahren.I'll never let that happen. I killed the man who raised me to save her, and this fool is about to suffer the same fate. I'll protect what is mine. . . even it kills me. You can hide from the devil, but he will always find you because dead men don't tattle any tales.Author Warning: This is book four in a series, it is not recommended as a standalone. It has violent scenes, smoking hot moments, and a bad boy mafia man who will make you swoon.

Our families were friends long before they became bitter rivals, but as the decade long hatred grew, so did the bloodshed. Things are different now, though; my father is a changed man. He's had enough of the violence and wants to spend his final years in peace. In the midst of an epiphany, he gifted me to an enemy. I am to do anything to make him happy, to reforge the tight union our families once had, and to ensure it will be impossible to break. There's just one issue. . . he gave my hand in marriage to a man hell-bent on seeking revenge, and my name is at the top of his hit list.I am Zariah Volkov, and my husband-to-be wants to kill me.Asher: My Russian Revenge is book five in the Russian Mob Chronicles Series, but can be read as a standalone. It also has no cliffhangers!

Nikolai Popov was raised in a criminal entity that's as bigoted as it is violent. A byproduct of a woman pushed to the brink, he's lived a hard and fast life that often sees him facing a line-up, yet he's not spent one night behind bars.After a confrontation with a known enemy, Nikolai stumbles upon an angel precariously balancing on the balustrade between good and evil. To others, she seems too pure to be dragged into the dark and demented world of the Russian Mafia, but Nikolai knows better. He sees the survivor in her eyes, the one dying to live again. Confident a long-weekend with his newly-appointed defense attorney will cure his sudden wish to help a stranger, Nikolai gets inventive with his home arrest documentation. He thrusts Justine Walsh into a dark and volatile world, having no clue she's been there before. Will she survive a second meeting with a prince of darkness, or will hell open its gates for an angel for the second time in history?Nikolai: Through The Devil's Eyes is a retelling of Nikolai: a Mafia Prince Romance solely through Nikolai's eyes. It can be read as a standalone, however, it is best after the previous Nikolai books to avoid spoilers.

A kaleidoscope is a cylinder full of broken pieces, yet everyone still stares at it in awe. Who's to say the same can't be said for women? Before being thrust in the violent and terrifying sex-trafficking industry, Kristina Svoboda lived in a tiny hamlet in her home country of Czechia. She had an unfulfilling yet peaceful life before she drew the eye of a royal-blooded aristocrat who took what he wanted and lived his life without consequences. For six years, she's been beaten, tortured, and exploited, yet her shoulders don't carry the weight of her abuse. Her heart does, which is exactly what Trey Corbyn plays on when he spots her from afar seconds after she's released from captivity. He sees past the frail skin, hollow eyes, and waif-thin exterior. He sees a survivor. A woman. Someone just as broken as him. With his instincts no longer in existence and his possessiveness dangerous, can a broken man fix a fragilely timid woman? Or will his insecurities worsen her cracks until they reach a point they'll be unfixable?Trey: European Redemption is a gritty story about finding love in the darkest of places. It's raw, intimidating, and shows even when you've been beaten to believe otherwise, sometimes dreams do come true. This book has violent scenes that may be distressing to some readers. Caution is advised. It is book seven in the Russian Mob Chronicles, however, it can be read as a standalone.

Minutes after being served divorce papers, I receive a phone call that warps my mind.If it isn't bad enough my soon-to-be ex filed for divorce on our fourteenth wedding anniversary, he also used my company card to spoil his mistress with a honeymoon suite and a thousand-dollar floral arrangement.I've not been handed a single flower since we wed, so when the hotel clerk requests to see my card before processing the payment, I accept the opportunity unknowingly granted to me.With the tiny teddy I had hoped would milk my husband of one measly orga$m covered by a thin coat, and my cell phone recording, I burst into the honeymoon suite, gung-ho for the evidence that will offer me the ultimate revenge.There isn't a single person in the entire suite.A god, though. There's one of them.He glares at me like I was caught cheating, and the heat of his stare makes me wish that were true.I'd sign on the dotted line without protest just for the chance of spending an hour with the dark and brooding stranger who doesn't look at me like I should cover my curves with an outfit "more appropriate for my body type."Nero loves the way I fill in the racy little number, and he's more than happy to spend a few hours ensuring my husband knows exactly what he let go, and to help me repair my shattered wings. * Nero is a standalone bratva (Russian Mafia) romance about two people who wanted revenge, but instead, found each other.