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My husband. My tormentor. The most notorious man in the city offers me a job. Act as his dead wife. Adrian Volkov isn’t the type of person who takes no for an answer. He commands with an iron fist and all his orders are met. When he approaches me with the offer, I have two options. Go to prison or put myself under his wrath. I choose to have a roof over my head. What’s so hard about acting, right? Wrong. The moment I step into his wife’s shoes, everything spirals out of control. My only way of survival is through Adrian. Or is it?

When he invited me to join him for a drink, I thought Alessandro was an ordinary guest at my family's hotel. I didn't know I belonged to him until he told me right there in the restaurant. I thought I had a say in the matter. But when I stood up to leave, it just earned me a sore bottom for the plane ride to New York, where our wedding was already planned for the next day. But I was soaking wet for him before he even walked me down the aisle.

With one look at Leonardo Volante, I knew he'd be the kind of husband who takes off his belt when his bride is sassy. But I wasn't expecting to be ordered to strip the moment we were wed. Or to be quite so shamefully wet when he bared me... Even before he saw the arousal glistening on my thighs, he knew I needed him to bend me over, redden my a-s, and then take me so roughly that I scream his name as he makes me his.

Antonio The moment I tasted her, I knew one thing—she was mine. I stole her from her wedding and put a ring on her hand. But there's an ache I can't ignore—I might never have her heart. Vivienne Cole is my enemy's daughter. My perfect revenge. And now… my wife. I planned to use her as my...

I walked down the aisle in white—ready to marry the mafia prince. I walked out the wife of his father, the king. I trembled when the ruthless monster claimed my innocence. Now I ache for the touch I was raised to fear. They said it was for my family. For honor. For survival. That Matteo Davacalli would protect me. But he is cruel. Silent. Distant. Built like a god. Broken like a man. He looked at me like I was his salvation—a reprieve from his sins, or an escape from the love that still owns his heart.

She floats at my periphery, sweet and innocent, nothing like the life I'm accustomed to. I can't help but watch her, follow her, love her from afar. Even though I know I shouldn't. But to keep her safe, I'll make her my wife, regardless of whether she wants it or not. Our marriage may be...

Her innocence is mine to protect. She's mine to ruin. After I put my ring on her finger and told her she was mine, Olivia Volante tried to storm out, but when I pinned her to the wall and spanked her, I didn't just find her wearing no panties. I found her soaking wet. Because her body isn't...

An arranged marriage was always in Natalya Conte's future. Luca Moretti is charming and considerate. Handsome like the devil, he dotes on her and spoils her. But when two pink lines should have brought them unbridled joy, her husband ices her out. An arranged marriage gives Luca great power. To cement that power, he needs an heir. The quickest way to do it is to make Natalya fall madly in love with him. He will have her loyalty without risking his heart because love to him means weakness.

I don't make mistakes. I don't do mercy. But the moment I married the wrong sister, I made both. She was only supposed to cover a shift. Now she's wearing my ring… and carrying my twins. Aria De Luca was never meant to be mine. Her sister shook hands with hell—me—then vanished. Aria stayed. The dress fit. The lie did too. She said I do. And I let her. I gave her my name like a curse. But now I want more than her signature. I want her obedience. Her loyalty. Her moans in my ear… But nothing about Aria is convenient.

It's the morning of my wedding. I don't look like the ruthless mafia boss who rules the underworld. No matter how fake this marriage might seem, by the end of the day, she'll be my wife. Until…she's gone. They call me the Reaper. Feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. I don't save people. I bury them. Until she stumbled into my world.

Charlotte thought marrying Cassian was the price she had to pay to honor her grandfather's dying wish. What she didn't expect was a husband who mocked her scars, chained her body, and turned her vows into a prison. Until she finally had enough and left. But before she could start over, her father found her first. He had her quietly committed to a psych ward, where she was drugged, erased, and kept hidden from the world. Cassian never knew she was taken. All he knew was that she had disappeared.

Her grandfather arranged for her to marry the eldest son of a powerful mafia clan. But after hearing all the terrifying rumors about him, she ran. She cut her hair, disguised herself as a man, and entered an all-male underground contest, thinking, "There's no way he'll ever find me here." Except for the most feared boss running the contest? Her arranged fiancé. Cassian Moretti—deadly, calculating, heir to the Moretti Mafia. The man who holds the key to the three years she can't remember. He recognizes her the moment she steps into the House of Devils. But she doesn't recognize him.

Being the only daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families on the East Coast, my life was pretty much planned out for me. An arranged marriage to the son of another powerful family. But my heart had other plans. For as long as I could remember, I loved Dante Vitale, my brother's best friend, but he only saw me as a little sister. Until he didn't. Our love was real, pure, and I was prepared to go against my papa's wishes for the man I loved.

After a bungled job, I'm forced to escape and abandon everything. It's not the worst to happen, being sent to Ireland is. My next assignment, bring down four men involved in the Irish Mafia. First, I'm put on leave and, as a favour, I end up "married" to two strangers on St. Patrick's Day in Genoa. In the early morning, I run and hide. I have to. The scent of danger that swirls around them is intoxicatingly perfect. I never thought I'd see them again, but they refuse to let go of vows we supposedly made years ago.

Her brother sold her off, and now she belongs to me—she just doesn't know it yet. Ginevra Bianchi is nothing like the spoiled billionaire princess and politician's fiancée I thought she'd be. She doesn't bow, doesn't break, and that smart mouth of hers is going to get her into serious trouble—my kind of trouble. Her family owes me, and I always collect.

They stole me in the dark. A daughter traded like blood money. My father handed me over to the Bratva. Now I belong to Luka Dubinin. Older. Colder. Sin in a tailored suit. He doesn't force my submission. He seduces it with silence and steel. Builds me a studio. Watches me dance. Burns me alive...

I woke up pregnant in a stranger's mansion. He says he's the father. I don't remember him at all. My reflection in the mirror is a stranger, too. The doctors call it temporary amnesia. The Bratva boss calls it a complication. I call it terrifying. My body responds to his touch even when my mind...

Two young princes on opposite sides of a war must decide between loyalty and love in this galaxy-shaking finale of the Bloodright Trilogy. “Skrutskie handily sticks the landing. Series fans are sure to be pleased.”—Publishers Weekly Gal and Ettian have never been farther apart. Once, they...

Lia is always prepared for battle, but being blackmailed into marriage by Prince Alexandros is a challenge too far. She has no choice. He’s holding her sister hostage to force her hand. But with this union built on betrayal and rage comes a contract. By the goddess’s law, the marriage must not be consummated. A relief to Lia. She’d rather commit regicide than fall into bed with a man she loathes.

Forced to wed: A grieving mafia princess trapped in a deadly alliance… with the one man she swore she could never have. She's my best friend's daughter. Barely twenty-two. Sacred. Forbidden. Mine. She never dreamed she'd wear my ring, share my name, warm my bed... But with her father's blood...