Mafia

My BFF sent the hot stranger a voice note... Of me saying I want to climb him like a tree. And he just. Texted. Back. It's the dog's fault, really. If this untrained Great Dane I'm walking had any manners at all, I never would've ended up here: With my leash wrapped around the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. Lucky for me, the guy is a good sport about it. (Although his joke that “Dogs take after their owners” hits a little too close to home when Rufus starts humping his leg.) He leaves me with his business card and a smile that makes my knees weak. I'm still pinching myself as me and the bestie resume our walk. “Methinks you had a little crush on him,” she accuses. Not thinking and a little flustered by the whole experience, I reply, “I’d wrap my legs around his waist tighter than that leash.” THAT'S when she reveals that she'd been recording my response. THAT'S when she gives me the most devilish grin I've ever seen and says, “You're welcome.” And THAT'S when she hands me my phone and reveals... She sent the recording to him. My heart is in my throat as those three little dots appear… Then a text. “PROVE IT.”

"You've been in denial for so long, Addison ndria." His voice was husky and heavy with lust. "Do you really want me to stop?" I could not bring myself to say no. My best friend's stepdad was like the devil, making me find so much pleasure in sin. "You can't even say no," he chuckled, letting go of my hand finally. They moved to my face and he stared into my eyes, while his other hand still worked wonders between my legs. "Don't make me do this," I finally said, moaning the words out. "Please." "Tell me to stop one more time and I will," he mumbled. "Please, st—" I didn't complete my words because he captured my lips with his.  *+*+*+*+*+*+* Addison Rodriguez never expected to feel any sexual tension or fall in love with her best friend's stepdad. As she surrenders to the sexual tension, her loyalty to her best friend wavers, especially when she finds out that he is secretly a Mafia Lord trying to hide in plain sight and that her best friend's life is in danger, her loyalty is tested even further. Would she reveal his secret to protect her best friend, or keep it to protect her love?

I’m in love with my boss. He doesn’t even know I exist. … Until today. My name is Rowan St. Clair. For five years, I’ve tried to pretend I’m not head over heels for a man I can never have: Vincent Akopov—gorgeous, ruthless, and completely out of my league. But one fateful errand changes everything. When I walk in on him thoroughly “occupied” with another woman, I expect embarrassment. Instead, I get a saucy wink that sets my body on fire. And the next day? A promotion I never asked for. "Congratulations, Ms. St. Clair. You're my new personal assistant." Suddenly, I'm thrust into Vincent's world—Park Avenue penthouses, private jets, and a boss whose meetings put the "DIC" in "dictation." He tests my limits. Filthy promises whispered in my ear in the middle of a boardroom, explicit Polaroids left in unexpected places, sneaky gropes in dark hallways… And I push back. Sexts send both ways, after all. Our game escalates with each passing day. There's just one problem: to inherit his father's empire, Vince needs a wife. So guess who gets to accompany him on every awkward get-to-know-you date? Me—sitting beside him, trying to ignore his hands wandering up my skirt while he interviews potential brides. I tell myself it's just physical. Just temporary. Just a fantasy that will end when reality comes knocking. And reality does indeed knock— In the form of two pink lines on a pregnancy test.

When is the worst time to tell someone he’s going to be a father? Probably the day of the wedding… When he is getting married to someone else. Well, that is exactly what I did. But my hands were tied. Literally. Matvey Groza is a dangerous man. And nine months ago, he strolled into my shop looking for a custom suit. But when I accidentally walked in on him in the changing room, *I* was the one that ended up needing a new set of clothes. It was a one-time mistake. After that… good riddance. But the pregnancy test I took a month later had other plans. I kept it a secret from everyone. Or so I thought. But when Matvey’s enemies learned that I was pregnant with his child, they kidnapped me and held me hostage. Until I broke free and ran as fast as I could. And I had no one else to turn to but the devil himself. What better time for me to enter the church… … than as the pastor says, “Speak now or forever hold your peace"?

I spent the night with a stranger… Who got me pregnant… And turned out to be my boss… Whoops, sorry, did I say “boss”? I meant a MOB boss. To be fair, I didn’t know he was my boss when I slept with him. I thought he was just the kind stranger offering me a place to stay. But one night in Misha Orlov’s hotel room got me way more than I bargained for. It got me champagne that tasted like starlight. Satin sheets as soft as a dream. And a man with silver eyes who showed me how it felt to come undone. And then, in the morning… He was gone. That’s fine: I needed to get my life together anyway. After all, my ex-not-quite-husband (it’s a long story) just emptied all our bank accounts and disappeared, taking my home and my money and my job with him. So I’m starting from a blank slate. I find myself a new apartment. A new job. And I put both Misha and my husband behind me. At least, I thought I did. Until Day 1 of orientation. When I learn that Misha Orlov is my new boss. That’s bad enough. What’s worse is what came next. A car crash. A doctor’s appointment. And two pieces of unsettling news. Congratulations, the doctor says. You’re pregnant. Congratulations, Misha says. You and I are getting married.

“What do you mean, ‘You gave me the wrong sperm sample’?!” But the doctor says he isn’t joking. Instead of being my sister's surrogate... I'm accidentally carrying my boss's baby. A few months ago, I agreed to be my sister's surrogate. Then she died in an unsolved accident. I swore I'd keep her child and raise it on my own. But as it turns out, there was a mix-up at the clinic. Instead of carrying my future nephew... I learned I'm pregnant with my boss’s child. But Dmitri isn't just my boss. He's also the one who killed my sister in the first place.

One wardrobe malfunction. Two people who don’t belong together. Three awful words: “Be my wife.” Everyone else is at this party to marry the host. I’m only here until I can get a ride home. When my dress rips in the world’s worst-timed wardrobe malfunction, I go find somewhere quiet to fix it. So I’m standing there in nothing but my heels when, As my luck would have it, the door opens… And the man of the hour walks in. I wish I could say I played it cool. But it’s been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit… Much less the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers. But Ivan has other ideas. He’s decided who he’s taking to the altar… And I don’t have a choice but to say “I do.”

My gorgeous neighbor just found my box of "personal toys." And my mission to steal them back... Ended in his bed. It was supposed to be a joke: Give my best friend raunchy toys for her bridal shower and embarrass her in front of her family. But when my package is wrongly delivered to my gorgeous, mysterious neighbor, I’m the one who ends up mortified. I sneak over to his place to try stealing it back before he finds it. The problem is, I get caught mid-heist... And then he makes me stay for dinner. Dinner leads to dessert and dessert leads to... other dessert, if you get my drift. Several courses of sweet, sinful temptation. In my defense, he's even more gorgeous up close than he is from my bedroom window. When I finally get back home the next morning, I open my stolen prize. But it seems I grabbed the wrong package. And the violent mess I find inside will change my life forever. Turns out my hot neighbor is a Russian Bratva boss, with some deep, dark secrets. Turns out he got me pregnant, too.

What would you do if you walked in on your husband cheating? I'll tell you what I did: Ran out the door with nothing but the clothes on my back. A month later, I'm broke, jobless, almost homeless. But then, while filling in as a waitress at a fancy restaurant, I trip and land in the lap of a gorgeous stranger. One thing leads to another and we end up hooking up. Afterwards, he leaves. That's the end of that... right? WRONG. Because the next day, my temp agency sets me up for a job that seems too good to be true. But when I arrive for the interview, my jaw drops. It's the stranger. Turns out he's rich. Like, very rich. And powerful. Like, very powerful. And here's his offer: "Live in my house. Be my wife. Have my baby." Needless to say, I start to freak out. I stand up and stammer, "Um, I'll have to get back to you..." And he replies: "You're misunderstanding. It wasn't a question. You're not going anywhere."

What’s more embarrassing than a butt dial? Butt dialing your boss… And leaving a dirty voicemail when you’re uhh… “thinking” about them. Working as Ruslan Oryolov’s personal assistant is the job from hell. After a long day spent tending to the billionaire’s every whim, I need some stress relief. So when I get home that night, that’s exactly what I do. Problem is, my thoughts are still stuck on the bosshole who’s ruining my life. That’s fine—because of all Ruslan’s many sins, being gorgeous might be the most dangerous. Tonight, fantasies of him are just what I need to push me over the edge. But when I look down at my phone squished next to me, There it is. A voicemail for 7 minutes and 32 seconds… Sent to Ruslan Oryolov. I panic and throw my phone across the room. But there is no undoing the damage done by my very vocal O. So what can I do? My plan was to just avoid him and act like it never happened. Besides, no one that busy checks their voicemails, right? But when he schedules a one-on-one meeting with me for exactly 7 minutes and 32 seconds, One thing is for certain: He. Heard. Everything.

What's worse than being dragged to a wedding? Finding out the groom is your ex. And he’s still not over you. Yulian Lozhkin was crafted by the Good Lord Himself. Stormy-gray eyes. GQ stubble. Cheesegrater abs. Too bad he's one of the most dangerous, powerful men in the city. He needs a fake fiancé to seal the deal that will crown him king. And I need his help to get my son the special care he needs. So I make a deal to be his date for the night. But imagine my surprise when we arrive at the ceremony and I see who's getting married... MY EX. And as the wedding unfolds, I realize just how not over me he is. I broke up with him for good reason. Namely, he’s a terrible person. Him awkwardly hitting on me in front of his wife-to-be explains it all. But Yulian needs to close this deal and stay. And I can suck it up for one night for my son’s well-being. Which brings me to maybe the worst moment of my entire life… When the pastor asks, “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” And my ex says, “No… I want HER instead.”

Kiara Andrés learned from a very long time that the only way to survive in the cruel mafia world was by laying low and going unnoticed. And she's been quite good at that until a certain burly grump -Dante Carlo- is blind to anything but her and will stop at nothing to have her even when he feels she's too pure to be soiled by him. Furthermore, trouble is brewing with the Russian Mafia and the only way to claim victory over them is by a marriage alliance between the Andrés of the Mexican cartel and the Italian mafia with none other than Dante. Kiara is very wary about Dante having faced years of physical and emotional abuse at the hands of her father. Will Kiara be brave and vulnerable enough to let this man into her heart and break down her walls or will she try to fight out of this arrangement?