Evie Rose

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I'm in love with my ex-boyfriends dad: a dangerous and powerful mafia boss twice my age. He saved me. I was desperate for a place to spend the night, and when I turned up on his doorstep in the pouring rain, Mr Crosse took me in.

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.

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.

I thought my mafia connections were in the past, and I was alone. But powerful mafia boss Sebastian Laurent hasn't forgotten me.

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.

At the altar, I silently plead for someone to save me from a marriage I don’t want. Then, when the priest asks if anyone objects to this marriage, the church doors are thrown open, a tall, older man with ice-blue eyes and air of casual wealth and power, stalks in, and says, “I'm taking this.”

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”.

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.

When I accidentally give gorgeous and terrifying kingpin Dexter Streatham my list of baby daddy requirements, I expect to be fired. After all, the list describes him exactly, down to intimate details. Instead, he offers to marry me and get me pregnant.

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.

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.

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....