Showing results by narrator "Molly Briar" in Romance

The day my wife slept with my best friend, everything fell apart. There was only one person I could turn to–my teammate and secret desire, Trinity "Taz" Guerro. We shared one passionate night. I woke up alone, without even a note on the dresser. She called it a mistake. I called it a new beginning.

The Irish Mafia used the Four Art Gallery to launder money. What's good enough for the mob was good enough for us. My organization has sworn to take down the criminal underground. The Greens reigned supreme over my beloved city, and it was time to burn them down. My job is to launder money for our operations, and gather intel. I was never supposed to be noticed. But then I marveled at a painting on the wall... a painting made by a true artist. A master of his craft. It made me gasp, "Who did this?"

I retired from the Army Special Forces, purchased a bucolic little Upstate farm, and intended to spend my winter years restoring the ancient house, away from people. It wasn’t as fun as I thought it would be, but it was too late to change course now. When I got a call from an old colleague, everything changed. A favor was owed. A wounded agent needed a place to lie low and hide out from the criminal organization that was hard on their heels.

When he showed up with a gunshot wound and asked me to lie to the police, I knew I had a decision to make. I could risk my entire career to protect him, or I could do the right thing and turn him in. The choice should have been easy, but it wasn’t. Not when his brother was my friend. Lines were blurred, and suddenly the morals in my life were tipped upside down. We’d been taught to trust those in uniform, but what if the monster standing before me—swearing to keep me safe—wasn’t the bad guy at all?

“I do.” Words I never thought would escape my lips. Now they bound me to the charismatic head of the Volkov Bratva, Nikolai Volkov. His mesmerizing blue eyes, charming smile, and silky smooth voice would be my downfall, and yet, also my salvation. The two simple words would also be a personal vow to destroy my stepmother and enemies. If I’m forced to be bound to the mafia life forever then I’ll show them all. I’ll show them how far this ‘angel’ has fallen. I’m not a pawn like they all think.

She’s a haunted little songbird. He’s a bodyguard with broken dreams. I’m a fraud. My climb to the top, the beauty pageant crowns, the music awards … none of them were earned. I stole them all, and they're slipping through my fingers. With my career on the brink of disaster, the last thing I needed were the death threats. Or maybe that was a blessing in disguise.

Swapping places with my roommate to attend a late-night party with the city’s most elite socialites seemed like a dream come true. And it was until the first shot rang out. If it wasn’t for that gorgeous and fiercely possessive Russian mafia boss in attendance, I’d surely be dead. He saved my life, but then he took me straight to his bedroom. And now he seems to think that I owe him something…

He'll never let me go. I'll never stop running. I’m unbreakable. So, when the bratva try to get me to throw my championship fight, I flip them one middle finger. Then two. After I’ve decimated their opponent and pummeled him into the ground. I’m surrounded, outmanned, outgunned. My only option is to fight my way out. I think I’m all alone until a familiar voice says, “Play fair now. The lady gets to beat you, one at a time."

She’s his employee, but that doesn’t stop him from crossing the line. She is everything he could ever want in a woman: clever, caring, intelligent, and wrapped up in a gorgeous package—one he can’t wait to unwrap. He flies her to Vegas, to a weekend designed to explore their attraction. But attraction leads to deeper feelings, and he didn’t earn his billions without knowing when to go all in. He can fulfill her every fantasy, but he wants so much more.

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He’s a billionaire gambler, but Emma Seeger doesn’t take risks. She runs a high-stakes poker game, by the books, by her own rules. No fraternizing with the clients, never front a player, and most definitely no private bets. Then the sexy man challenges her rules by appealing to her secret fantasies. William Killian knows a good play when he sees it, and Emma may be his best move yet. The attraction is instant and his heart falls nearly as quickly. The wariness in her eyes warns him the stakes are high...but he’s ready to put it all on the line.

Seeing Evie Wade again is exactly why I’m back in Virginia, and why I’m here to stay. There’s no way I’m letting my girl get away a second time. I was a dumb kid when we were in school together, and I know I need to make up for my mistake.

Taking chances isn't a new concept to me, but I've never been one to take a chance on love. Michael changes all of that. No more party girl, no more one-night stands. I fall hard for the cerulean-eyed god who shows me what it's like to truly be cherished and loved. Only, I'm not sure how long it can last.

Pippa Fox is every man’s desire. Even mine. But when she calls me, scared and in danger, I couldn’t help but run to her side, throwing us back to five years ago. But this time, I won’t let her go. I can’t. I will make her submit, even if I have to break her spirit to do so.