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…
I'm the queen of handling tiny tyrants—I've been nannying since the era of bedtime bribery. But there’s no guidebook for living with Dublin’s most notorious grump and widower—my brother’s brooding bes…
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…
