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“If I catch you, I’ll own you. Now run.” I see a man in a mask with a grinning mouth and crossed out eyes unalive a man. But the mask slips and I see his face. Gray eyes. A scowl. I run. He catches me, and the next thing I know, the Bratva boss has taken me to his country estate, and I’m his captive. I beg, I plead. But he’s stone. I try to escape, but he anticipates my every move. Finally, he gives me a choice.

No one was supposed to know that the little waitress was special to me. My obsession. My love. I wanted to protect her, both from the brutal life of the Bratva, and from myself.

I wasn’t meant to see the advert for a convenient wife. He wants a short brunette with blue eyes (that’s exactly me!) to keep him company, laugh at his jokes (his dad jokes are the best), and be his homemaker. The money he’s offering is dizzying. The only hitch is: I can’t do the no love bit he requires. I’ve been head over heels for Mr. Blackstone since we met. He’s my secret crush.

It was a perfect plan. Grab my feckless brother from outside the pub, take him to our family cabin, and force him to sort his life out. Except, when I open the back of my little car, it's not my brother there, but the tall, dark, tattooed, Irish mafia boss he works for. And the kingpin is furious. Oops. Within seconds, he's turned the tables on me, and I'm his captive. Sorry won’t cut it. He wants compensation. And the only thing I have to offer him is myself. I might have kidnapped him, but the mafia boss isn’t going to let me go.

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When your dad’s best friend is teaching you to kiss, and says, “I can’t breathe without you.” After a little solo dance party mistake leaves me with a black eye, I tell everyone at work that I tripped on the stairs. Then my gorgeous, silver fox boss who I thought I was invisible to, walks in and snarls, “No more dancing on tables, Miss Matthews.” And I go still. Because the only way he could know that was if he could see what I was doing in my apartment. Mr Blackwood is twice my age. He’s my dad’s best friend. And he’s watching me. He’s got cameras. He knows all my secrets.

Married to a deadly stranger. The ruthless new Bratva kingpin—older, gorgeous, and brutal—demands a mafia arranged marriage as the price of ending our family feud. He slides a black credit card across the table to me, and tells me to plan our wedding. Instead, I plot how to become a widow. Revenge for the Russian mafia boss murdering my mother. On our wedding night, I hide a blade in my underwear, and set about tempting him. I didn’t know he’d seduce me.

My ex-boyfriend’s dad kidnaps me to his private tropical island. A sleek black limo pulls up next to me, and I’m dragged in, kicking and screaming. My captor looks like my ex-boyfriend, but far more. Older. Hotter. More experienced. Powerful and ruthless. Feliks Rykov makes me flushed and needy, feeling things I never dreamed of.

My first time is sold to my brother’s best friend. The masked kingpin in the shadows bids millions for my innocence, which will pay my family’s debts. But when he carries me off the stage, the enforcers stop him, weapons drawn. “You have to take her here. With everyone watching.” The only way for this stranger to save my life is to take my V-card in a mafia den of danger, vice, and outrageous luxury. He covers my body with his, and demands, “Look at me.” Familiar silver eyes flash and I’m terrified… and turned on. “No one is going to see or hear anything. Because you’re mine."

One tiny oops, and I’m married to a mafia boss. I’m the stand-in maid of honour, he’s the silver fox uncle of the groom who saves the day when the wedding becomes a disaster, with a fluffy ring-bearer gone rogue, a drunk priest, and a child with perfect comic timing. But the dream Italian wedding continues, and the uncle—Dante—and I sign as witnesses. And if I try to flirt with him, I blame the romantic setting and the fact that although he’s twice my age, he’s the hottest man I’ve ever met.

Three steamy age gap mafia instalove romances full of spice and feels.

One night with a mafia boss. I’m a captive ballerina. He’s a big, arrogant, tattooed Bratva boss who paid an outrageous amount to own me until dawn. I’m sent to his room, quaking with nerves. But I refuse to make it easy for him. “Do not fight me, Taylor,” he growls, ice-blue eyes flashing. “I will win.” I run. He catches me, pinning me, his naked body hard against mine. I’m sobbing. Helpless. Then he whispers into my ear, low and harsh. “There’s something you need to know…

The silent, grumpy, bratva boss doesn’t know I’m having his baby. It all starts when my rich, handsome boss catches me listening to an audiobook. My earbuds disconnect and he hears every second of a kissing scene. I’d say, “kill me now”, but he could take that literally. Instead, he makes me keep listening, and the book turns hot. Really hot. And… things happen. On a table. Without protection. With lots of kissing.

The boy from the club seemed nice. He was supposed to give me my first kiss, but instead, I’m in a dark alley, and he and his friends have knives. They rip my clothes, and two of them hold me down as the other undoes his trousers. I’m sobbing, and pleading, and wishing there was someone, anyone to help. Then a tall man with a deep voice, commands, “Stop.” Moments later, I’m covered with their blood, and shaking. My saviour wraps me in his warm suit jacket, and helps me up.

I beg the Kingpin for help… He demands marriage in return. Desperate, I ask my boss—the kingpin whose office I clean every morning while he works—to save me from a rival mafia who want money or they’ll reveal all my secrets. My boss is intimidating. Twice my age, a silver fox in a sharp black suit. But over the last year we’ve talked, the only people in the building as the sun rises, pink over the London skyline. I’m shocked when he offers me a marriage of convenience. A whirlwind wedding, and we promise it’s just for show. No feelings. No love. A fake.

For three years, I’ve been daydreaming excuses to get my gorgeous, older, mysterious neighbor into my apartment. I was thinking of a burst pipe, small cooking fire, dress that I can't zip up, or a massive sign that said “I adore you, please take my V-card”. I didn’t think he’d invite himself in to save me. Mafia thugs came looking for my parents, and money. Hours later, I’m cowering in my wardrobe, still shaking, covered in bruises and dried unthinkable liquids, when soft footsteps echo through my apartment.

He's powerful, gorgeous, twice my age… and obsessed with me? I might be an innocent runaway, but I’m at my friend’s funeral to avenge her murder by the mafia boss: King. He has other ideas. I should have guessed he’d retaliate with kidnap. Now I'm under his control, still intent on his demise, and honestly so turned on I could cry. When he offers me pleasure, I can't refuse.

My billionaire boss caught me reading a very spicy book when I should have been working… The price of keeping my job? One night as his fake date. We’ve all read a book so good we couldn’t help sneaking just one more page, right? Mr Blackwood is dangerous - a London mafia boss - and was scheduled to be out all afternoon. When my favorite daydream is absent, I make do with fiction. I thought I was going to be sacked, or worse, for sure. But when I begged him, he looked at me severely and told me his conditions: I have to attend an event with him this evening and pretend to be his fiancee.

I locked myself in the bathroom when my date pulled out a knife. Then a tall dark rescuer crashed through the door and kidnapped me. I know it's risky, posting my darkest fantasies anonymously online. Especially when they start going viral. But how was I to know the first guy I've ever dated would turn out to be an obsessed stalker-fan? Although I write about wanting a man to force himself upon me, this reality isn't nearly as appealing. It's locked bathroom, panic texting, terrified-for-my-life.

I didn't know he has been watching me all this time. I had a plan to escape. Everything is going perfectly at my wedding rehearsal dinner until he turns up. The Kingpin. Twenty years older. Dark, dangerous, gorgeous. I was going to get out of this arranged marriage, but he steals me away. I want freedom. He wants me. We make a deal. If I can escape, he'll let me go. If I can't, I'll be his to do with as he likes for twenty-four hours. A thirty second head start and a key.