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Twice my age. A mafia boss. Hot. Dangerous. My dad's best friend is my only hope. My teenage crush re-surfaces as I beg the former kingpin to help me escape a mafia arranged marriage. He stares at me like I'm a temptress he wants to banish, but we're snowed in at his Scottish castle. One kiss and he's unleashed. He wants me too, but says he's too old, scarred, and dangerous for a girl like me. I've never done this before. But before the storm clears I'm going to entice him into claiming me.

Ich wollte nur meinen kleinen Bruder retten. Stattdessen geriet ich in die Fänge seines gefährlichen, reifen Bosses... Es war der perfekte Plan: meinen unfähigen Bruder vor dem Pub einkassieren, ihn zu unserer Familienhütte in den Dünen zu verschleppen und ihn dort dazu zu zwingen, sein Leben endlich auf die Reihe zu bekommenDoch da hinten in meinem Wagen verbirgt sich keineswegs mein Bruder, sondern der massive, tätowierte irische Mafiaboss mit der dunklen Aura — der Boss meines Bruders. Und der ist zornig. Ups... Innerhalb von Sekunden hat er den Spieß umgedreht — nun bin ich die Gefangene..

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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…

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.

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.

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.

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.

I shouldn’t have messaged him. And I definitely shouldn’t have said he was my boyfriend. In my defense, I was trying to forget my crush on my silver fox Italian boss and lose my V-card after a month of pining and tummy flutters. Then my boss messages back. When he hears where I am, he’s feral. He turns up at the bar, kisses me, and tells my friends I’m his fiancée. But it's all fake.

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My boss walked in on me buying magic juice online. And now he's demanding to be my baby's daddy! All he wants in return is for me to be his fake wife? My grumpy billionaire boss is the bane of my life and my embarrassing crush. So I must be crazy to agree to his proposal, right? A marriage of convenience for him, and in return, I'll get a pregnancy to fulfill my grandmothers wish.

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 have an excruciating crush on this man who comes into the coffee shop. Every day. He's older, gorgeous, perfectly dressed. He has a Russian accent and silver eyes. On my last shift, I stop him as he's walking out. Just to say I don't know. I love you, marry me, and let me have your babies? Thanks for the generous tips, have a nice life?

I watched her. I was patient. Now she's mine to claim. Helping the most dangerous mafia boss in London was a risk, but I didn't expect to see his handsome face everywhere afterwards. I fall asleep to dreams of my escape tomorrow, cupcakes, and the ice blue eyes of my stalker who leaves me presents. I awake to gunshots. A hand over my mouth. In a blur of noise and smoke, he steals me away. The kingpin treats me like a captive princess and I'm conflicted. He's older than me, experienced. It's wrong to desire him and not the freedom I've been planning. So I creep out of the luxurious bedroom.