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I dreamed about being an architect when I was a child, but when my brother was sentenced to life behind bars only weeks after pleading for my pardon at the feet of a ruthless mafia don, my plans altered. Now I am a first-year intern at the number one defense firm in the country. I’m seeking help from the right side of the law, so the last place I expect to find it is in a man who’s far from lawful.

I thought waking up hungover with no recollection of the previous 24 hours would be the worst thing I’d encounter during my whirlwind trip to Vegas. It wasn’t...not even close. Not only did I wake up in a strange room with a platinum band wrapped around my finger, I witnessed something no woman should ever see: a gruesome murder. If that wasn’t unscrupulous enough, the unspeakable act was done by my husband: the stranger I married.

The gripping third installment in the Russian Mob Chronicles. Due to spoilers, no official blurb will be given. Author Warning: Due to adult content, this book is not recommended for those under the age of 18.

When opposing sides of the law collide, it isn't just the rules being broken! Justine Walsh dreamed about being an architect when she was a child, but when her brother was served a life sentence for murder, her plans altered. Now she's a first-year intern at the best defense firm in the country. She's seeking help from the right side of the law, so the last place she expects to find it is in a man who's far from lawful.

Brax Anderson is the number one bachelor on his side of Ravenshoe. With ruggedly handsome looks and a gorgeous heart, women swarm to him like bees to a honeypot. His grandma, friends, and a few hours between the sheets with a variety of bunnies keep his blood pumping. He's a self-proclaimed bachelor with no intentions of settling down, but that all changes when a girl from the right side of the tracks saunters into his life. With a fire-breathing attitude and a body even hotter than that, it is not just Brax's blood pressure surging to record-breaking highs.

Nikolai Popov was raised in a criminal entity that's as bigoted as it is violent. A byproduct of a woman pushed to the brink, he's lived a hard and fast life that often sees him facing a line-up, yet he's not spent one night behind bars. After a confrontation with a known enemy, Nikolai stumbles upon an angel precariously balancing on the balustrade between good and evil. To others, she seems too pure to be dragged into the dark and demented world of the Russian Mafia, but Nikolai knows better. He sees the survivor in her eyes, the one dying to live again.

When Justine walked into my life, I swore an allegiance, an oath to protect her with everything I have. I slayed the devil and stole his crown. I now sit in his throne with my queen at my side. But what happens when everything I’ve ever wanted is pulled out from beneath me? I’ve risen from the ashes more than once, but this resurrection is by far the most dangerous. It threatens to take everything I’ve worked for—everything I deserve. But more than anything, it wants to destroy her: my Ahren. I’ll never let that happen. I’ll protect what is mine...even it kills me.

Before Isabelle, my every accomplishment was measured by the success of my empire, the wealth in my bank accounts, and my prestigious reputation. Now, none of that matters. I would give it all away in an instant if it meant she was safe and protected. Maintaining control in a rational and astute manner is what has made my empire the success it is. But the one thing I want to control the most is the one thing that is uncontrollable. But I won't give up. I'll fight to protect Isabelle until my very last breath.

I've known for months that Isabelle was hiding something in her beautiful chocolate eyes. I just had no clue that it was something so mammoth. Over the past five years, I've become accustomed to the vicious ploys some women undertake to capture my attention. The spilled drinks, the damsel in distress. Hell, I've even been propositioned with money from wealthy business associates in my industry just for the chance of occupying my bed for one night. But Isabelle was by far the most elaborate ruse I've ever come across. The woman that invades my every waking thought is an undercover FBI Agent.

Isaac Holt is the very definition of an enigma. He is mysterious, dangerous, alluring and knee clankingly gorgeous. After a chance meeting, I was falling at his feet, literally. His magnetizing allure has the ability to electrify all of my senses with the simple touch of his fingertip. But no matter how much my body craves Isaac's touch, I can't have him. Morally and ethically, he is off limits. He is the enemy. My rational thinking head logically understands this, but my lust-driven heart needs a little more convincing.

The final chapter in the tumultuous love story of Isaac and Isabelle has finally come to fruition. An emotional and heart-clutching tale that will capture your attention from the very first page, and not let go until the very end. Will Izzy survive her kidnapper's clutches? Will the Enigma finally be revealed? Will their love withstand the greatest test? Join the much-loved couple on their final journey as they tiptoe precariously through the trials and trepidation of living in a world that is hazed by the shadows of black and white.

Have you ever wanted something so bad, you’re willing to kill for it? That’s what I felt the instant my eyes locked on Justine. I could practically taste her innocence on my tongue when she stood across from me, riling me up like the life in her eyes hadn’t been snuffed out years ago. The thrill of the chase ran through my blood so fast, for the first time in years, I felt like I had a heart sitting in my chest. Its beat was weak, but it was still thumping nonetheless. I craved her scent like a drug, willing to give up everything to have it embedded in my skin—even my freedom.

I flew across the country with one goal in my mind: finish my book...and perhaps lick the wounds of my shredded heart. My editor was screaming for the first draft, my agent was nagging for teasers, and my publisher was reminding me that my strict deadline was only weeks away. However, there was a dilemma: I had writer's block. Just as I was about to call in defeat, I spotted him: the bearded, tattooed man who lives in the glasshouse next door. He was in a twist with a pretty blonde. I should have respected his privacy. But he was my inspiration. My next alpha male book boyfriend.

Isaac Holt understands the pain of loss. He fought through the tragedy, sought vengeance for it, and in the process, built a formidable empire of both wealth and admiration. However, he had no clue how lonely he was until a brunette with a Cupid's bow and sultry curves fell at his feet. Her brown eyes held a lifetime of secrets, but with a childhood illness teaching Isaac that the weak are often misunderstood, he saw more than a timid, shy woman. She sparked his interest, and although he could have been blinded by lust, years of challenges assured him more than desire was at play.