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The Ivanov family exudes wealth and power, so when its founder shows up on the surgical roster of a third-year resident, even with me not laying eyes on her previously, I’m thrust under their spotlight. Her son’s, to be precise. Maksim Ivanov is a walking red flag. He oozes confidence, and appears to have never been told no, but despite our differences, sparks ignite the moment we trade sultry glances. The tension is white hot. I’ve never experienced such an immediate mutual connection. But as quickly as his mother was placed under my care, she is removed.

I never imagined a dreaded gynaecology appointment would result in a fire-sparking connection hotter than the sun. Even in an office designed to torture women, the tension between the sinfully delicious stranger and me is so blistering that we spend the night together, twisted beneath silky sheets. Although disappointed to wake alone the following morning, I assume aching muscles will be the worst side effect of our night of sin. If only anything in my life was that simple.

I was at the top of my game: number one draft pick, engaged to an up-and-coming model, and voted Player of the Decade my first year on the field. Things were golden . . . until an accident saw everything important torn from my grasp. I'm determined to get my life back, though, and with a strict regime and no time for a life outside of the game, the last thing I should be craving is the attention of a curvy college student whose only motto in life is not to take it too seriously.

Isaac Holt understands the pain of loss. He fought through the tragedy, sought vengeance for it, and in the process, built a formidable empire of both wealth and admiration. However, he had no clue how lonely he was until a brunette with a Cupid's bow and sultry curves fell at his feet. Her brown eyes held a lifetime of secrets, but with a childhood illness teaching Isaac that the weak are often misunderstood, he saw more than a timid, shy woman. She sparked his interest, and although he could have been blinded by lust, years of challenges assured him more than desire was at play.

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.

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.

When opposing sides of the law collide, it isn't just the rules being broken! Justine Walsh dreamed about being an architect when she was a child, but when her brother was served a life sentence for murder, her plans altered. Now she's a first-year intern at the best defense firm in the country. She's seeking help from the right side of the law, so the last place she expects to find it is in a man who's far from lawful.

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’ll protect what is mine...even it kills me.

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 out 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, but it was still thumping nonetheless. I craved her scent like a drug, willing to give up everything to have it embedded in my skin—even my freedom.

Brax Anderson is the number one bachelor on his side of Ravenshoe. With ruggedly handsome looks and a gorgeous heart, women swarm to him like bees to a honeypot. His grandma, friends, and a few hours between the sheets with a variety of bunnies keep his blood pumping. He's a self-proclaimed bachelor with no intentions of settling down, but that all changes when a girl from the right side of the tracks saunters into his life. With a fire-breathing attitude and a body even hotter than that, it is not just Brax's blood pressure surging to record-breaking highs.

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.

I flew across the country with one goal in my mind: finish my book...and perhaps lick the wounds of my shredded heart. My editor was screaming for the first draft, my agent was nagging for teasers, and my publisher was reminding me that my strict deadline was only weeks away. However, there was a dilemma: I had writer's block. Just as I was about to call in defeat, I spotted him: the bearded, tattooed man who lives in the glasshouse next door. He was in a twist with a pretty blonde. I should have respected his privacy. But he was my inspiration. My next alpha male book boyfriend.

I thought waking up hungover with no recollection of the previous 24 hours would be the worst thing I’d encounter during my whirlwind trip to Vegas. It wasn’t...not even close. Not only did I wake up in a strange room with a platinum band wrapped around my finger, I witnessed something no woman should ever see: a gruesome murder. If that wasn’t unscrupulous enough, the unspeakable act was done by my husband: the stranger I married.