When Nikolai Romanov came looking for my brother, I emptied my savings hoping I could pay off his debt. But I didn't have even close to enough, so the bastard decided to take me instead. I didn't expect a Russian mafia boss like him to be gentle with me...and he wasn't. Not when he spanked me for daring to wear panties under the dress he chose for me, and certainly not when he stripped me out of that same dress and made me scream in his bed.

She's a tiny thing, so young and naïve. Beautiful and brave but loyal to a fault. She needs the firm hand of a strong man. Just...not my own. She was meant to marry one of my brothers. I never wanted a ring on my own finger. But now I want to put my hands on her. Tear her innocence away from her. Be the first and the only man to touch her. I can't get her out of my mind. I've gone from wanting to punish her...to wanting to make her mine

The ruthless Bratva assassin intends to kill my father. Instead, he kidnaps me. And now, I’m his helpless prisoner. My father makes a deal with the devil. When the big, tatted, Russian hitman presses a pistol to my father's head, he offers an exchange. If the monster spares his life, my father will trade his only daughter.

Warlord Wulf thought nothing could be worse than being tortured and contaminated by the Hive. That was before he’s ordered to transport to Earth and represent the Colony in an unfamiliar horror...a human reality show. The Bachelor Beast is the hottest new program on Earth, but being set up with two dozen clingy females is not his idea of a good time. When his Beast refuses to show the slightest interest in any of the show’s potential mates, he knows he must choose one or die due to his raging mating fever.

Our first meeting was at a nightclub, and it was something straight out of my most romantic fantasies. My ovaries exploded at the sight of the Russian God. And by God, I mean he was ripped, tall, dark, and deadly attractive. There were enough sparks between us to light up a city. Then an explosion blasted through the nightclub, and we got trapped together for three hours, sharing our most personal details...everything but our names. Two years later, our second meeting is the complete opposite of the first. It's clear Misha Petrov, a Russian enforcer for the bratva, despises me.