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These spicy, over-the-top Russian Mafia romances are about sexy, dangerous men who'll stop at nothing to pursue and protect the woman they want. If you love outrageously naughty stories as a way to indulge your not-so-secret bad girl side, these Why Choose romances are for you.

Meeting my neighbor, Obrecht Ivanov, confuses me. The moment he walks through my door, I desperately want him to command me to kneel. I swore I would never return to anything like life with my ex-husband. So why do I feel as if I can’t breathe? Each passing day that I don’t cave into my desires, the tension in my soul exponentially tightens. I convince myself to go take care of it and stop the itch once and for all. Just one time and then I’ll be fine.

Tarnishing our family name by being a powerless angel… that's the legacy I'll leave behind. After years of failed placement tests, and with the time limit to find my magic breathing down my neck, I've come to accept my fate. When the clock ticks zero, I'll have my wings brutally ripped from my body and be cast down to live with the humans. Rejected, alone, and afraid. When a man from my past reappears, he tells me there's a different option… another life I could lead, at his side.

The deal is simple: spend a month with a mysterious billionaire who is the owner of Louisiana’s La Petite Mort Casino, and he’ll forget my father’s gambling debts. If it means saving our family home and business, I’ll do anything. With his strong, sexy, take charge arrogance, Nicolas Dupont is a mystery to me. But it doesn’t matter how hot he is. This is purely a business arrangement. Nic can have any woman he wants and it makes no sense that he'd be interested in a virgin like me. I’m certainly not about to fall for a guy who thinks he can own me.

I've been in love with Stefan Morozov for as long as I can remember. He's fearless. Powerful. A vicious leader of the Bratva underworld. And he barely notices my existence. That is, until the day I see something I shouldn't. The day the man I love makes me his prisoner. The day my love turns to hate...

I'm a trained assassin. Enlisted by the Fae Corps and instructed to kill, there is no place in my life for a fated mate. Then Gia crashes into my life. Flashing eyes, luscious lips that beg to be kissed. One whiff of her sugary scent and I know she is mine. But she's human, and no way can she withstand the barbaric mating practices of the Fae. I am too lethal. I should stay away. When she takes the hit meant for my target, I cannot let her die. So I do the only thing that will save her life...I form a soul-bond with the unconscious human. I want to make her bend to my will.

Walking into his office as his newest employee, fainting at his feet, and then having him discover you've been hiding his child for seven years is probably not recommended by relationship experts. Yet here we are. Seven years ago, I met Cole at my cousin's wedding. I was a freshly dumped, slightly buzzed bridesmaid seeking refuge in the hotel bar. He was brooding, mysterious, and saved me from a would-be thief who was clearly making poor life choices. (Kind of like me, as it turned out.)

Pros of marrying a stranger at first sight: a fresh start, a cute new small town home, and an escape from my spectacular disaster of a life. Cons: one bed, one extremely grumpy husband, and zero chemistry. (That last part was a lie.) Gideon Mars made it very clear he didn’t want a wife. I made it very clear I didn’t need a husband. We shook on it, signed the paperwork, and agreed to share one bed like two reasonable adults who were absolutely not attracted to each other. Listener, we were not reasonable adults.

I’m having a millionaire’s baby...New Year’s Eve, a night of new beginnings. Asher and I talked and sipped champagne. Eventually, we went up to my room at the bed and breakfast and...Let’s just say when I left that room, I was no longer a virgin. And that was it. Until I was approached for a nanny position that I wasn’t sure I was equipped for. And the man behind the curtain raising his best friend’s little girl was...Asher.

First, he was my owner. Then, he became the father of my two babies. What he will never be: my happily ever after. Kirill Vyronov takes what he wants. And, he took everything from me. So now, I'm running. But with the FBI and a gang of ruthless killers on my tail, it's not long before I'm captured. And when I'm found and cornered, about to lose my life and my babies, guess who swoops in and takes out my tormentors? Of course, it's Kirill. Except this time, things are different between us. He's not here to protect me; he's here to punish me.

Evie Quinn is a survivor, but she's tired of being a pawn in everyone else's game. She never asked to be the heir to the fae throne, a walking, otherworldly bridge for the gods, or the hottest bachelorette in the supernatural realms. But here she is—dodging dozens of random marriage proposals...

Where I go, he always follows. Primal, Powerful, Possessive. Aleksandr Romanov is my nemesis...And my new husband. He thinks I'm the spoiled mafia princess. That I have the world at my fingertips. I may be his new wife, but he doesn't know the real me. No one does. But when Aleksandr touches me, he cuts me wide open as if trying to see the secrets I hide.

Starved for affection, young Piper Delaney surrenders her life to a master. But there is no love...only abuse. She’s told she can’t leave because she signed the slave contract. Years later, beaten and starving, she hears an English dom say the contract’s illegal. Unenforceable. And she runs.

It began with a one-night stand. Two lonely strangers. One fiery attraction. Nothing to lose...or so we thought. But actions have consequences. And in the morning light, pretty little Detective Emma King will have to face hers. The man she let into her bed, the man she fully submitted to...is none other than Mario Rossi. The player. The mastermind of the family she hates. The man she’s determined to destroy. And now the only choices that remain to her are death...or marriage to me.

First of all, that was a lie. I was far too interested in Willow—aka Chaos—Doyle. Second of all, she was my best friend’s sister-in-law. Which was a big freaking problem. She was light and I was far too much darkness for the likes of her. I was too paranoid and controlling because I’d learned very few people could be trusted. Not my family. Not my former job with the Army. I could barely breathe around all the lies I’d been fed in my life. Being alone was safer. Until she showed up at my door in trouble.

He’s her billionaire boss. The arrogant grump who shouldn’t even know she exists. And the man who just gave her an offer I can’t refuse. Nikki Jordan needed a job. Rome Blakely needed a date—someone polished, convincing, and willing to keep his overbearing family off his back at every stuffy event on his calendar. It's a business transaction. Clean, professional, temporary. Except nothing about Rome Blakely is clean or simple, and Nikki has never been great at keeping things professional. She's supposed to smile on his arm, sell the story, and collect her paycheck.

The time for our final fight is upon us... but how does one prepare to go against Heaven itself? My father tried to kill me. Yet in the same moment the blade met my throat, the rot beneath Alfemir's carefully constructed front was laid bare for all to see. With Alfemir liberated, the upper...

Men who betray the trust of the most powerful mafia kingpin in New York rarely live to make the same mistake a second time, but I'm not one of Antonio Volante's soldiers. I'm his wife. So I got his belt instead of a bullet. Even though I did what I did for the sake of someone dear to us both, my husband doesn't plan to let me keep my secrets any longer. That's why I'm bare and bound with my punished ass sore inside and out, begging desperately for the climax he's kept me on the edge of for so long.

I slapped Gio Volante when he told me he'd be making me his bride today. But he just yanked my panties down, spanked me with his belt, then bound my hands with it and made me come hard.

THE BIG BAD BULLY DOESN’T FALL FOR HIS PREY. Even if she smells like nutmeg, honey, and sin. Even if her chaos and color drips into your black-and-white discipline—and leaves it bleeding. I was raised in a pack that worshipped bloodlines and power. Humans were beneath us—soft, fragile, fleeting things. Fine for entertainment. Never for mating. Especially not for me, heir to one of the most ruthless alphas in the world.