Alessandro De Luca comes from a rival mafia family, and I'm supposed to hate his guts. Except that now, I'm waking up married to him. Alessandro sees me as a pawn in this arranged marriage. I mean nothing to him... So why do I still feel like he owns my heart when he claims me every night?

I wake up chained to the bed of a stranger. He says I’m his wife. I have nothing—no money. No friends. No escape. He’s everything I never imagined: ruthless, calculating, feared. A beautiful monster with a face like a god’s, cold and untouchable. A mafia kingpin whose wealth could buy empires and whose power makes the world tremble. My captor. My husband.

Valachi, the name of a rival mafia family, was the last word on my mother's dying lips. After years of careful deceit and planning, my moment of revenge has finally arrived. The head of the Valachi family has died, leaving his innocent daughter vulnerable. She is forced to take my hand in an arranged marriage. By the time she learns my true identity, it will be too late. As her new husband, I will have complete control over her. I am the enemy in her bed.

I thought I was late for my cousin’s wedding, but the wedding turned out to be for me... If I’d known the sexy arrogant guy in the elevator was my future husband, I probably would have turned and ran. My own father sold me out, promising my hand in marriage to Alexei Koslov, a sexy, arrogant bratva boss. The last thing I want to do is get married, but nobody says no to the Koslov bratva.

An unlikely savior with large, possessive hands, a voice as deep and rich as dark chocolate, and a tongue as quick and hot as lightning. The second Avel tossed me over his broad shoulder, I knew I could never walk away. He made me feel small, safe, and protected, but only because there was no man as dangerous as him. He offered me protection, but not without consequences. Because once you join the mafia, you can never leave, and once you get pregnant with the boss's baby, you belong to him forever.

Sinful Oath ist eine fesselnde russische Mafia-Romanze mit einer arrangierten Ehe und einer überraschenden Schwangerschaft, die Sie an den Rand Ihres Sitzes bringen wird. Die Wendungen in dieser Geschichte werden Sie atemlos zurücklassen. Dieses Buch ist der erste Teil der Koslov-Bratwa-Serie, es verspricht eine aufregende Fahrt ohne Betrug und mit garantiertem Happy End!

The broken condom. The two pink lines. The baby growing in my belly. And the daddy? None other than Victor Morozov. Mafia boss. Ruthless kingpin. My baby daddy.

My entire life changed when he walked into my father’s café in Tuscany…Il Mostro. The monster. The devilishly handsome mafia don Dario Rosolini. He and his brothers run this region… and they take everything they want. Including me. Although Dario has made clear that I am his and ONLY his. But I’ll fight back, no matter how hard it is. Not just because I’m afraid of him (although I am)… But because, deep down, I WANT him… And I know that giving in to him will ruin me forever.

One wild night gave me more than just regrets. Six years ago, I walked away from Igor Sokolov—New York’s most dangerous Bratva prince—and vowed never to look back. Or so I thought. Now, he’s found me. And worse, he’s discovered my biggest secret: our daughter. Igor doesn’t ask. He takes. With ruthless determination, he drags us back to New York, claiming it’s the only way to keep us safe. Safe from his enemies, maybe. But not from him. He’s possessive, demanding, and dangerously irresistible. And he’s made one thing crystal clear: I’m his.

Knight Grayson isn't just one of New York's elite billionaires. He's the embodiment of Hades in a tailored suit and a beautiful devil waiting to destroy. He always gets what he wants, no matter the cost. Including me.

Her father promised me life on the legal side if I saved his only daughter. I was her last hope. Something about this rich, spoiled princess captured me from the moment I laid my eyes on her. This green-eyed beauty made me want things I never had. She was untouchable. If I were decent, I’d keep my distance. But God knew I was the worst kind of sinner. She shouldn’t have wanted my touch. Now she was mine.

I stumbled across something I wasn’t supposed to discover. I saw something I wasn’t meant to see, and now I’m an alibi for a killer. He’s the most feared and powerful man in the New York underworld. I don’t have a choice but to do as he says. But he commands so much more than just my testimony.

The first time I saw him, I knew I'd never want another man the way I wanted him. The second time, I drank a bottle of his most expensive cognac, which I'd never be able to afford on my own. And the third time… well, he caught me stealing from him. Stealing from the head of the Irish Mafia wasn't smart. But then I never claimed to be. Now I owed him a debt… a big one. And it couldn't be settled with money, or favors.

A desperate attempt to pay tuition so I can graduate college is the only reason I took this job. When I accidentally spill a bottle of expensive tequila on Jovan Aguilar, I have no idea he's the one who owns the elite Miami nightclub—a fact he doesn't reveal until the morning after I end up in his bed.

Arrogant, dangerous, and unbelievably skilled with his tongue, Luka is a ruthless bratva boss who has a reputation for playing it fast and loose. And I've fallen right into his possessive hands. He might be exceedingly handsome and wealthy, but that doesn't forgive him for being a notorious criminal mastermind. Maybe I should've thought twice before crawling into bed with him. And perhaps it would've been wise to use protection instead of getting lost in his fierce gaze and perfect abs.

Alessandro De Luca comes from a rival mafia family, and I'm supposed to hate his guts. Except that now, I'm waking up married to him. Alessandro sees me as a pawn in this arranged marriage. I mean nothing to him... So why do I still feel like he owns my heart when he claims me every night?

Arsen Isakov is the rich A-hole trying to buy out my family's dance studio after my father's death. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind and tell him that we'd never sell. But the moment he sat down across the table from me, I realized I'd seen him before. Last night, in fact. When he killed a man in cold blood. He says he's prepared to discuss the sale with me over drinks. The place he picks? The same place where I saw him kill someone.

World famous metal artist Gabe Walker is elated when the woman he's loved since high school strolls into his workshop to ask him out on a date. But there's a catch - it's with another woman. Gabe has no trouble saying no to that date, but with Chantel? The answer's always hell yes. With two failed relationships behind her, Chantel Chandler wants to keep things light. She's recently back in Whiskey River, Texas, and is determined to pick up the pieces of her life. But her casual friendship with Gabe quickly combusts into an intensely hot affair with an unexpected surprise.

It’s the honor of an Amplifier to bear an Alpha’s heir, to provide him a son worthy of his name and the land’s magic. This has been Addison’s expectation—among others—from birth, taught that it’s the noble thing for her to do without power of her own. So when an unexpected raid murders her mate and his entire pack, she flees to a remote town where she lives her days bereft and pregnant as the sole survivor. Until the impossible finds her two years later.

Nine years. That’s how long I spent in a relationship wasted on my ex. When my world crumbles apart in front of me, I make a desperate escape. Only now, I’m stuck in a tiny Mississippi town with a dilapidated farmhouse I don’t know how to fix. Enter Adam, the town’s contractor. Finding solace in his expertise and kindness, he might just be the one to help me rebuild more than just my home. But beneath the town’s quaint facade lies a darkness: an untouchable drug lord whose operation has poisoned the very place I now call home.

To stop a brutal mafia war, I'm forced to marry a man I left tied up in a hotel room seven years ago. Griffin Quinlan, the new head of the Irish Mafia in Lower Manhattan, is as dangerous as he is gorgeous. Brutal and calculating, he’s the last person I ever expected to see again. Seven years ago, one night of passion brought us together, but I walked away without looking back. Or untying him. Now, he’s my husband and wants revenge. Our forced marriage is meant to seal the peace between the Irish and Greek mafia families—my brothers’ idea of a truce.

Sex on the beach with a smoking hot stranger . . . I blame the tequila. And the way he rode the waves like he owned them. And the delicious way the water trickled down over his washboard abs and the V thingy. And the fact that I'm on the trip that was supposed to be my honeymoon until I caught the bastard cheating. Yeah, I'm going to blame it on all that. Because reckless behavior is so not usually me. But surfer god Fyn is a breath of fresh air I so badly need. A break from reality of the world around me.

Dahlia has spent her life running from a monster, only to fall into another's path. It's been ten years since she escaped the darkness. Ten years spent hiding her magic in a kingdom where magic is outlawed. Despite neglecting that side of herself, Dahlia is happy with the life she's built in Cambriel. Not only is she on the fast track to becoming a royal scholar, but the love of her life, Prince Aiden, is finally returning her long-held affections.

We weren't just opposites. We were at extreme ends, living completely different lives. While our CEO dressed in suits, mesmerizes everyone with his charm, I'm the quirky, geeky data scientist with precise breakfast habits, baggy flannel shirts, and red canvas shoes. Yet, he thinks we're good together. He offers me his friendship and shows me a life I am too scared to see. But we don't stop there. He shows me love… the sweet kind and the sexy one too. My heart skitters at his attention, concern, and care for me and my quirks. But all my life I've trained myself not to trust anyone.

One wild night gave me more than just regrets. Six years ago, I walked away from Igor Sokolov—New York’s most dangerous Bratva prince—and vowed never to look back. Or so I thought. Now, he’s found me. And worse, he’s discovered my biggest secret: our daughter. Igor doesn’t ask. He takes. With ruthless determination, he drags us back to New York, claiming it’s the only way to keep us safe. Safe from his enemies, maybe. But not from him. He’s possessive, demanding, and dangerously irresistible. And he’s made one thing crystal clear: I’m his.

The broken condom. The two pink lines. The baby growing in my belly. And the daddy? None other than Victor Morozov. Mafia boss. Ruthless kingpin. My baby daddy.

Andrei Barinov is the heir of the Barinov Bratva—a prince with the world at his fingertips. I was working as a wedding photographer, trying to forget my cheating ex-fiancé when my path crossed with his. He offered me a chance to escape, throw caution to the wind, and forget my troubles. I never got a chance to tell him my answer when the bullets started flying. He saved me that day, and I thought I'd never see him again. Until I find him standing in my kitchen. He's making the same offer to me again. But this time, he's not giving me a choice.

Valachi, the name of a rival mafia family, was the last word on my mother's dying lips. After years of careful deceit and planning, my moment of revenge has finally arrived. The head of the Valachi family has died, leaving his innocent daughter vulnerable. She is forced to take my hand in an arranged marriage. By the time she learns my true identity, it will be too late. As her new husband, I will have complete control over her. I am the enemy in her bed.

As the reigning queen of the dirt bike racing circuit, my only goal is to win this next championship race. Except I’ve got a bit of a…reputation problem. While my fans love my tattooed bad-girl image, my fancy new sponsor hates it. After a recent media fiasco, I’m on the brink of losing everything. So I asked Rowan O’Callaghan to fake date me to rehab my image. We’ve known each other since I was just his favorite bartender, and he was the charming baseball god who swaggered into my bar to seduce every woman in sight. Not me, though. I always knew better. Until now.

Of two things I'm certain: When something sounds too good to be true, it is; and when Alexius Del Rossa makes you a deal, you run far away and never look back. Me? I didn't run. I stayed. I opened that envelope, and I accepted his offer. Why? Because my life was a mess and on a downward spiral to a big, fat nothing. And he just offered me everything in exchange for six months of my life. It was supposed to be a simple arrangement, but I learned the hard way that nothing is simple when it comes to Alexius.