A hard, dominating Bratva Prince A fearless, crazy Cartel Princess Aleksandr Volkov I've lived my life with rigid control. A tight vice on myself and my emotions. Scars from my past have left me broken. Riddled with guilt and anguish. When my baby sister was kidnapped, I feared the worst. That she'd suffered the same fate as our mother. It stirred up those feelings I've tried so desperately to bury and ignore. I never expected to find her. Drea Ortega. A 5ft, tattooed, killing machine who took my breath away from the first moment I laid eyes on her. She was my beacon of light in my dark chaotic world. My heart. My soul. My everything. Drea Ortega I loved my life in the Cartel. It was brutal and violent. Rough and bloody. All things I thoroughly enjoyed. I liked the way it challenged me. Forced me to think on my feet and adapt. Getting kidnapped happened sometimes in my line of work. It was nothing to cry over. Nothing to freak out about. You rolled up your sleeves and dealt with it as best you could. The Bratva were the stuff of nightmares. Rumours of their brutality and viciousness circled far and wide in the organised crime world. My dad told me to steer clear of them, and now I was stuck in the lion's den. I never expected to find him. Aleksandr Volkov. Tall. Dark. Sexy. He was hotter than any man had the right to be. Over 6 and a half feet of pure muscle and sin with a secret heart of gold. He forced his way into my life and now, I wasn't sure I could live without him. Author note: Bratva Prince is not a standalone. It is the second book in the Bratva series. Each book centres around a different couple, featuring a dark, dominating alpha male and the feisty heroine he falls in love with, who is just as violent and bloodthirsty as he is. The overall story intertwines with each book, and each couple receives a HEA. This series is not for the faint of heart. It contains extreme violence, harsh language, graphic sexual scenes and talk of sexual abuse. If these things offend you, then this book is not for you. It is not suited for anyone under the age of 18.

Lukyan Volkov It was my time to motherfucking shine. I've always been underestimated. The type of personality I had ensured that. I liked to joke around a lot. Have fun. Make people laugh. Being underestimated kinda came with that territory, and that was okay. I didn't mind. But now, I had the chance to prove myself. To show that I wasn't just the idiot, class clown of the Bratva. To show my true potential. What I was capable of. To show my siblings and my father that I could be depended on by doing the impossible. Killing the patriarch of our family. A man the whole world feared. My grandfather, Sergei Volkov. A plan was in place to accomplish that, which involved me taking part in an arranged marriage. There was just one, small problem. My stalker would never allow it. Lyla From the moment I saw him, he was mine. Lukyan Volkov. Handsome, broad-shouldered, with Golden Retriever energy and a soul that yearned to be dominated. He was everything to me. My whole world. And I would do whatever it took to have him. For the better part of a year and a half, I've stalked him. Broken into his house just to watch him sleep. Catalogued his every move and added thousands of photos to my ever growing scrapbook. I couldn't stay away, even if I tried. Our connection transcended everything. I was obsessed. I knew that. Understood that, and I didn't fucking care. Nothing and no-one would ever come between us. My plan to make him mine was a risky one, but what was love without a little risk?

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 goddess with the face of an angel and the attitude of the fucking devil. She was my everything, and I would do whatever it took to get her back, because a life without her was a life not worth living. Tatiana Andreeva Even though I didn’t play an active role in the Bratva, I was still very much a Bratva woman. My dad was an advisor to the Pakhan. My best friend, a Bratva Princess turned Cosa Nostra Queen. And her brother, a 6’6 Bratva killing machine, was the man who owned my heart but shattered my soul. My dad used to read me bed time stories when I was a little girl, of princesses and their knight and shining armour. I used to fall asleep dreaming of the day when I would finally find mine. Someone to love me. Protect me. Be there for me in every way. But when I needed my Knight, he wasn’t there. Author: Bratva Knight is NOT a standalone. It is the third book in the Bratva series. This series is an INTERCONNECTED series. Although each book centres around a different couple, the overall storyline flows throughout the entire series. This means that some questions may be left unanswered at the end of a book, but will be addressed in the book that follows. Each couple does receive a HEA. This series is not for the faint of heart. The themes in this book could be considered dark romance. There is hand necklaces, m*rder/d*ath, extreme violence, harsh language, graphic sexual scenes, and a few other things. Make sure to check the content warning page before reading. If these things offend you then this book is not for you. It is not suited for anyone under the age of 18.

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 woman’s direction again, and for those 10 years, I didn’t. Then Autumn DeValos bulldozed into my life. I tried to kill her. Several times. But her skills as an assassin made her one of the toughest opponents I had ever faced. When we’re both kidnapped by the same man, and forced to work together in a fight-to-the-death, gladiator-style tournament, things change. A side of me that had been dormant since my wife’s death arose, like a dark, angry beast demanding to be free. Demanding Autumn. But how could I possibly allow that when I swore to remain faithful to my wife, even in death? The Crimson Death Dimitri Volkov, The Bratva Butcher. The man, the myth, the legend. A literal bogeyman within the organised crime syndicates, the world’s biggest asshole, and my partner for a stupid fight to the death tournament. Joy. Not. I tried to kill him. Several times. But a man like him doesn’t die easy. He was rude. Arrogant. Obnoxious. And the hottest man I’d ever met in my life. Not that I would ever tell him that. Somewhere in the middle of all the arguing and attempted murder, things slowly began to change between us, and I saw a side to him I never knew existed. We connected, despite the fact that neither of us wanted too. But none of it mattered. Dimitri Volkov would only ever love one woman in his life, and it wasn’t me.

As Lucy Muchelney watches her ex-lover’s sham of a wedding, she wishes herself anywhere else. It isn’t until she finds a letter from the Countess of Moth, looking for someone to translate a groundbreaking French astronomy text, that she knows where to go. Showing up at the Countess’ London home, she hoped to find a challenge, not a woman who takes her breath away. Catherine St Day looks forward to a quiet widowhood once her late husband’s scientific legacy is fulfilled. She expected to hand off the translation and wash her hands of the project—instead, she is intrigued by the young woman who turns up at her door, begging to be allowed to do the work, and she agrees to let Lucy stay. But as Catherine finds herself longing for Lucy, everything she believes about herself and her life is tested. While Lucy spends her days interpreting the complicated French text, she spends her nights falling in love with the alluring Catherine. But sabotage and old wounds threaten to sever the threads that bind them. Can Lucy and Catherine find the strength to stay together or are they doomed to be star-crossed lovers?

An interior designer learns to rebuild her love life from the ground up with zero blueprints in this new romantic comedy by Ashley Herring Blake, author of Delilah Green Doesn't Care. For Astrid Parker, failure is unacceptable. Ever since she broke up with her fiancé a year ago, she’s been focused on her career—her friends might say she’s obsessed, but she’s just driven. When Pru Everwood asks her to be the designer for the Everwood Inn’s renovation that will be broadcasted on a popular home improvement show, Innside America, Astrid knows this is the answer to everything that is wrong with her life. It’ll be the perfect distraction from her failed love life, and her perpetually displeased mother might finally give her nod of approval. However, Astrid never planned on Jordan Everwood, Pru’s granddaughter and lead carpenter for the inn’s renovation, who despises every modern design decision Astrid makes. Jordan is determined to preserve the history of her family’s inn, particularly as the rest of her life is in shambles. When that determination turns into a little light sabotage, ruffling Astrid’s perfect little feathers, the showrunners ask them to play up the tension. But somewhere along the way, their dislike for each other turns into something quite different, and Astrid must decide what success truly means. Is she going to pursue the life that she’s expected to lead, or the one she wants?

Harlow My Captor. My Devil. My Wife. Vincenzo Mancini claims me as his own, his most valued possession. And he’s made it clear. Only death can set me free. That is, until she crashes into my life like a demon from Hell. Caterina Moretti is powerful, malevolent, gorgeous. She kidnaps me, intending to kill me to fulfill her vengeance. I escaped one monster’s den, just to be forced into a gilded cage. Just a pawn in a ruthless game of cat and mouse. And then? She became my wife. Caterina My Enemy. My Obsession. My Wife. I wear the crown, and Chicago bows at my feet. Everyone knows not to cross the Moretti family. Almost everyone...except Vincenzo Mancini. When I catch wind of my enemy’s upcoming wedding, I take what matters most to him. Harlow Lewis. An angel who mistakes me for her savior. But I’m nothing more than another monster painted in a different color. Her pain is palpable, and it’s clear she’s not the enemy. And yet, I still keep her as my own. Marrying her was never my intention. But now...she’s mine. Merciless Queen is a dark mafia romance featuring a marriage of convenience, a grumpy, possessive hero, and a broken yet fiercely strong-willed heroine. This is book one of a gripping trilogy and ends on a cliffhanger. By the end of the series, our heroine will get the happy ending she deserves.

An interior designer learns to rebuild her love life from the ground up with zero blueprints in this new romantic comedy by Ashley Herring Blake, author of Delilah Green Doesn't Care. For Astrid Parker, failure is unacceptable. Ever since she broke up with her fiancé a year ago, she’s been focused on her career—her friends might say she’s obsessed, but she’s just driven. When Pru Everwood asks her to be the designer for the Everwood Inn’s renovation that will be broadcasted on a popular home improvement show, Innside America, Astrid knows this is the answer to everything that is wrong with her life. It’ll be the perfect distraction from her failed love life, and her perpetually displeased mother might finally give her nod of approval. However, Astrid never planned on Jordan Everwood, Pru’s granddaughter and lead carpenter for the inn’s renovation, who despises every modern design decision Astrid makes. Jordan is determined to preserve the history of her family’s inn, particularly as the rest of her life is in shambles. When that determination turns into a little light sabotage, ruffling Astrid’s perfect little feathers, the showrunners ask them to play up the tension. But somewhere along the way, their dislike for each other turns into something quite different, and Astrid must decide what success truly means. Is she going to pursue the life that she’s expected to lead, or the one she wants?

For cynical twenty-three-year-old August, moving to New York City is supposed to prove her right: that things like magic and cinematic love stories don’t exist, and the only smart way to go through life is alone. She can’t imagine how waiting tables at a 24-hour pancake diner and moving in with too many weird roommates could possibly change that. And there’s certainly no chance of her subway commute being anything more than a daily trudge through boredom and electrical failures. But then, there’s this gorgeous girl on the train. Jane. Dazzling, charming, mysterious, impossible Jane. Jane with her rough edges and swoopy hair and soft smile, showing up in a leather jacket to save August’s day when she needed it most. August’s subway crush becomes the best part of her day, but pretty soon, she discovers there’s one big problem: Jane doesn’t just look like an old school punk rocker. She’s literally displaced in time from the 1970s, and August is going to have to use everything she tried to leave in her own past to help her. Maybe it’s time to start believing in some things, after all. Casey McQuiston’s One Last Stop is a magical, sexy, big-hearted romance where the impossible becomes possible as August does everything in her power to save the girl lost in time.

Thirty days. One million dollars. A deal with the devil.I think I've made a terrible mistake…The auction was supposed to be simple—thirty days of my life for enough money to save my family. What I got instead?Eva Novak.An arms dealer. A coldhearted criminal. The most dangerously beautiful woman I've ever seen.She steals me away to a castle that belongs in nightmares, where the villagers in the town below cross themselves when she passes by and whisper warnings about women she’s made disappear.Eva’s touch makes me forget I should fear her, but she doesn't just want my body. She wants my secrets, my smiles, my stubborn hope that refuses to break even in the darkest places.And the worst part? I think I'm starting to want her, too.I came here to save the people I love.Now I'm not even sure I can save myself.***Her Cruel Empire is the first book in a new dark Sapphic mafia series. Reader discretion is advised, and content notes are available on the Copyright page.

For cynical twenty-three-year-old August, moving to New York City is supposed to prove her right: that things like magic and cinematic love stories don’t exist, and the only smart way to go through life is alone. She can’t imagine how waiting tables at a 24-hour pancake diner and moving in with too many weird roommates could possibly change that. And there’s certainly no chance of her subway commute being anything more than a daily trudge through boredom and electrical failures. But then, there’s this gorgeous girl on the train. Jane. Dazzling, charming, mysterious, impossible Jane. Jane with her rough edges and swoopy hair and soft smile, showing up in a leather jacket to save August’s day when she needed it most. August’s subway crush becomes the best part of her day, but pretty soon, she discovers there’s one big problem: Jane doesn’t just look like an old school punk rocker. She’s literally displaced in time from the 1970s, and August is going to have to use everything she tried to leave in her own past to help her. Maybe it’s time to start believing in some things, after all. Casey McQuiston’s One Last Stop is a magical, sexy, big-hearted romance where the impossible becomes possible as August does everything in her power to save the girl lost in time.

Young Royals meets The Prince and Me when a disgraced princess falls for a new student at their all-girls boarding school, but the two must hide their forbidden love at all costs. Princess Rosemary of Henland can’t afford distractions. She’s working tirelessly to repair her image following a scandal that lost the trust of both her country and her best friend. Unfortunately, when a beautiful and funny new student joins her boarding school, Rose finds herself quite distracted indeed. Attending Bramppath College on a music scholarship, talented pianist Danni expects to be an outcast amongst the wealthy children of the elite, but she is pleasantly surprised to be taken in by the ex-best friend of the princess. The more Danni gets to know her new classmates, the more intrigued she becomes by Rose. When somebody sees something they shouldn’t and rumors circulate throughout Henland, Rose and Danni must either find a way to deflect the ever-increasing eyes on their relationship, or end it altogether. Because one thing is clear: if Rose’s fragile reputation takes any more hits, the palace will do whatever they must to separate Rose and Danni. Forever.