Measha Stone

He wouldn't take my money. He wanted my innocence instead. When Nikolai Romanov came looking for my brother, I emptied my savings hoping I could pay off his debt. But I didn't have even close to enough, so the bastard decided to take me instead. I didn't expect a Russian mafia boss like him to...

She thought she could steal from me. Now she belongs to me. The moment she walks into my club—dressed in a stolen uniform, carrying a tray of champagne—I know she doesn't belong. When I catch her in my office, stealing secrets, I give her a choice: tell me who sent her...or find out exactly...

First he made me his. Then he made me his bride. Arman Romanov has looked out for me since I was a little girl, yet now when I need him more than ever I can't stand the idea of accepting help from the son of a man my father betrayed. But it isn't up to me. A powerful mafia family is demanding...

He didn't ask for my surrender. He took it. Maybe I let myself get a little too tipsy this evening, but I didn't expect to wake up next to a Russian mobster without my panties on. Fortunately, Maxim Volkov isn't here to ravage me. At least not tonight... He's made it his business to look out for...

Today, I called him my fiancé. Tonight, I'll call him daddy. When I claimed to be Roman Romanov's fiancé, I just wanted a Russian to leave me alone at a club. I didn't know another bratva boss was upstairs at that very moment trying to get Roman to marry his daughter, and I definitely didn't...

I crave this woman. And nothing—not even her—is going to stand in my way. Vivienne Frost works tables at my club, but she's no ordinary waitress. She's smart-mouthed, dangerously beautiful, and entirely off-limits. She thinks she can outrun the past, hide behind a tray of drinks and pretty...

She ran. I caught her. Now she's mine. Hunting down Mira was supposed to be a simple assignment. She thought she could disappear—cover her tracks, hide behind false names and small towns—but I found her, and I intend to drag her back, kicking and screaming if necessary. But getting Mira home...