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Damaged Prince Book 1
His family took everything from me.
Now I’m bound to him by marriage.
After years in hiding from the mafia world,
I’m now part of the bargain:
A bride to the heir of the bratva throne.
Now I must handle my new husband
With his scarred muscles beneath black tattoos.
I vow to resist that silky charm,
those savage intentions,
that untamed lust.
But as sparks break the ice between us,
his scorching gaze and fiery touch
begin to make me melt.
Tarnished Prince Book 2
It had been three days since he’d taken the hit.
Him, Bratva royalty—torn muscle and insatiable desire.
I, Manya, tied to him by marriage.
I so wanted to despise him.
His impatience, his charm, his control.
But the hit had only thrust us closer.
Those three days of twisting and turning
of throbbing muscles and thighs left quaking
to satisfy every impulse.
But as the Bratva tears itself apart,
can I resist his growled commands?
Corrupted Prince Book 3
Soon, we land in Russia
Where my husband will be branded
Heir to the Bratva throne.
The charming corruptor, the devil in bed,
He rigs my position, chuckling darkly
As I unravel under his thumb,
Fall apart in his hands,
And come tumbling down
in heavenly bliss.
But I cannot love him.
Those three words remain lodged in my throat
At the thought of what his family did.
So, as he defends his place as heir.
I am forced to stay by his side,
Those three words grappling inside my throat
fighting for life.
Wicked Prince Book 4
Forced into hiding
In this cabin by the lake.
My husband, Dmitry Koalitsia,
The smooth talker, sharpshooter, and son of the Bratva boss.
Those bright blue eyes
Like water glistening against a grass shore
Enticing me further in
Luring me out in the open, exposed…
Before he pushes me over the edge,
Taking me to the deepest depths of pleasure,
Gasping for breath.
Only now I know the truth of his father’s remorseless crime.
And it threatens to submerge us.
Is Dmitry more than his rank—
Or his father’s son?
Now I’m trusted with a gun,
But what will the truth make me do?
Bratva King Book 5
My husband: impulsive, untamed.
And out for the blood of those who dare
usurp his claim to the Bratva throne
And put a price on my head.
As we fight to survive the Bratva civil war,
I seek sanctuary in his desires,
Give over to his dominion:
His relentless grasp
Leaving me breathless and bruised
In a twisted exchange
where I have nothing else to give
—but bargain for more.
But I cannot ignore the truth
now buried with his father.
And as we face tomorrow
Will it tear us apart?
This book contains mature themes and is intended for those over 18.
Genre: Romance
His family took everything from me.
Now I’m bound to him by marriage.
After years in hiding from the mafia world,
I’m now part of the bargain:
A bride to the heir of the bratva throne.
Now I must handle my new husband
With his scarred muscles beneath black tattoos.
I vow to resist that silky charm,
those savage intentions,
that untamed lust.
But as sparks break the ice between us,
his scorching gaze and fiery touch
begin to make me melt.
Tarnished Prince Book 2
It had been three days since he’d taken the hit.
Him, Bratva royalty—torn muscle and insatiable desire.
I, Manya, tied to him by marriage.
I so wanted to despise him.
His impatience, his charm, his control.
But the hit had only thrust us closer.
Those three days of twisting and turning
of throbbing muscles and thighs left quaking
to satisfy every impulse.
But as the Bratva tears itself apart,
can I resist his growled commands?
Corrupted Prince Book 3
Soon, we land in Russia
Where my husband will be branded
Heir to the Bratva throne.
The charming corruptor, the devil in bed,
He rigs my position, chuckling darkly
As I unravel under his thumb,
Fall apart in his hands,
And come tumbling down
in heavenly bliss.
But I cannot love him.
Those three words remain lodged in my throat
At the thought of what his family did.
So, as he defends his place as heir.
I am forced to stay by his side,
Those three words grappling inside my throat
fighting for life.
Wicked Prince Book 4
Forced into hiding
In this cabin by the lake.
My husband, Dmitry Koalitsia,
The smooth talker, sharpshooter, and son of the Bratva boss.
Those bright blue eyes
Like water glistening against a grass shore
Enticing me further in
Luring me out in the open, exposed…
Before he pushes me over the edge,
Taking me to the deepest depths of pleasure,
Gasping for breath.
Only now I know the truth of his father’s remorseless crime.
And it threatens to submerge us.
Is Dmitry more than his rank—
Or his father’s son?
Now I’m trusted with a gun,
But what will the truth make me do?
Bratva King Book 5
My husband: impulsive, untamed.
And out for the blood of those who dare
usurp his claim to the Bratva throne
And put a price on my head.
As we fight to survive the Bratva civil war,
I seek sanctuary in his desires,
Give over to his dominion:
His relentless grasp
Leaving me breathless and bruised
In a twisted exchange
where I have nothing else to give
—but bargain for more.
But I cannot ignore the truth
now buried with his father.
And as we face tomorrow
Will it tear us apart?
This book contains mature themes and is intended for those over 18.
Genre: Romance
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