My marriage will stop a war between our families. But it’s a marriage begun on a lie… There’s only one man in Chicago more powerful than my brother, the newly minted pakhan of the Vasilev Bratva–and that’s Theo McNeil, the leader of the Irish Kings in this city. A man I don’t know and have rarely seen, Theo is whispered to be a brutal man, even more violent and steeped in blood than my brother. And he’s going to be my husband. When Theo turns his eyes on the still-fragile territory that belongs to my brother, the only way to stop him from destroying what’s left of our family...

He wanted me dead. But this time, the damsel saved herself. My stalker is gone. I’ve turned Mikhail’s game against him. And now I’m headed to the one person who might still be able to help me–and give me the escape I’d hoped for from the very beginning. There’s just one problem. I’m pregnant with Mikhail’s baby. Separated from me by an order he can’t easily ignore, he’s still determined to win me back. And he’s not the only one. All my life, I’ve been treated like a prize to be won. But now, all the choices are mine, and I’m faced with one I never thought I’d ...

With my father dead, I’m the only heiress to a mafia empire–and one man stands between me and those who want to claim it for their own. I haven’t seen Alessio Moretti in years. But when my father is unexpectedly murdered, he’s called home to settle my father’s affairs. Twice my age and legally my father’s adopted son, Alessio sees me as only one thing–his innocent responsibility. When the head of the mafia Family insists I be married off to protect both myself and my father’s empire, Alessio positions himself as the one to choose my future husband. But I’d rather he marry ...

He’s the only man I want. And the only man I can never have. A year ago, Maximilian Agosti was there for me through some of my darkest hours. From the violence I endured on the Manhattan docks, to the mountains where I was kept prisoner to the depths of a Russian safe house, he protected me. He listened to me. He was there. He shed blood for me. But once upon a time, Max was a priest. A man sworn to abjure violence, wealth, and most especially pleasure. He’s broken one of those vows. He’s made it clear he intends to keep the rest. But no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking ...

I thought he was my ticket to freedom. Now he holds me captive…and I don’t mean my heart. I thought I was safe with Mikhail. I thought he only wanted to spoil me, please me…enjoy me. But what began with a night of passion ended with me held captive in a house far away from anyone who could help–as if anyone would. Once, I was a Bratva princess. Once, I would have had an army coming to my rescue. Once, no one would have dared touch me like this. Now, I’m only his. He dares whatever he likes. And he says he’s never going to let me go. He thinks I’m someone I’m not–and he ...