The Bratva Butcher When my wife died at the hands of my enemies, a part of me died along with her. For 10 long, agonising years, I yearned for her. Day and night. I vowed to never look in another woma…
Our first meeting was at a nightclub, and it was something straight out of my most romantic fantasies. My ovaries exploded at the sight of the Russian God. And by God, I mean he was ripped, tall, dark…
Nikolai Volkov The funny thing about trust is it’s so hard to gain but so easy to lose. One stupid mistake cost me the only woman I’ve ever loved. Cost me her. Tatiana Andreeva. My fierce, golden-haired g…
For years, she’s waited for him, longed for her best friend to return, to love her again. But when he comes back to her, he’s no longer that boy. He’s a man—powerful, dark, and full of the scars of th…
