Mc romance series
Corbin “Cipher” Ralston had solid reasons to stay away from Bex Raines. She was too young for him and the sheriff's daughter, but that didn't stop the Black Crowns enforcer from wanting her with a violence that made him dangerous.
When Bex stumbles onto a conspiracy deep within her father's department, Cipher quickly gets her under his protection—and in his bed where she always belonged. Anyone who comes for what’s his is going to learn exactly why they call him Cipher.
Mafia age gap romance
I had two hands buried inside his chest before I ever heard him speak.
Three weeks later, those same hands are fisted in his hair.
They call him Blackbeard.
I'm the surgeon who dragged him back from the dead, twice, and can't stop wanting to finish what I started.
Two armed men stood in my ER while I held his heart in my hand.
He doesn't even give me his name.
Just an eye patch, a scar, and a request for my schedule.
Now six-foot-four of tattooed, one-eyed muscle guards my door every night, and I can't get him to leave.
He tells my father nothing touches me while he's still breathing.
My grandmother is already picking wedding flowers.
He's sixteen years older than me, the most feared man in Chicago, and, on paper, my patient.
None of it stops me from kissing him against a vending machine like it's the last thing I'll ever do.
Turns out, it might be.
A man everyone buried three years ago just crawled out of his own grave.
He's hunting cardiac surgeons, crossing names off a list.
He's down to the last name.
It's mine.
Blackbeard swears nothing gets past him twice.
I'm about to find out if he's fast enough to keep that promise, or just stubborn enough to die trying.
A steamy, age-gap Bratva romance. Standalone HEA.
If you love brooding one-eyed antiheroes, forbidden doctor/patient tension, forced proximity, possessive age-gap alphas, and a ruthless Bratva daddy who'd burn the whole city down for the one woman who was never afraid of him, welcome to the Ruthless Bratva Daddies. You won't want to leave.
Reader's Note: featuring a scarred, one-eyed Bratva antihero, a fearless trauma-surgeon heroine, forbidden doctor/patient romance, an age gap, forced proximity, a loud found family you'll want to adopt, and a surprise-baby epilogue. No cheating. Standalone with a guaranteed HEA
Three weeks later, those same hands are fisted in his hair.
They call him Blackbeard.
I'm the surgeon who dragged him back from the dead, twice, and can't stop wanting to finish what I started.
Two armed men stood in my ER while I held his heart in my hand.
He doesn't even give me his name.
Just an eye patch, a scar, and a request for my schedule.
Now six-foot-four of tattooed, one-eyed muscle guards my door every night, and I can't get him to leave.
He tells my father nothing touches me while he's still breathing.
My grandmother is already picking wedding flowers.
He's sixteen years older than me, the most feared man in Chicago, and, on paper, my patient.
None of it stops me from kissing him against a vending machine like it's the last thing I'll ever do.
Turns out, it might be.
A man everyone buried three years ago just crawled out of his own grave.
He's hunting cardiac surgeons, crossing names off a list.
He's down to the last name.
It's mine.
Blackbeard swears nothing gets past him twice.
I'm about to find out if he's fast enough to keep that promise, or just stubborn enough to die trying.
A steamy, age-gap Bratva romance. Standalone HEA.
If you love brooding one-eyed antiheroes, forbidden doctor/patient tension, forced proximity, possessive age-gap alphas, and a ruthless Bratva daddy who'd burn the whole city down for the one woman who was never afraid of him, welcome to the Ruthless Bratva Daddies. You won't want to leave.
Reader's Note: featuring a scarred, one-eyed Bratva antihero, a fearless trauma-surgeon heroine, forbidden doctor/patient romance, an age gap, forced proximity, a loud found family you'll want to adopt, and a surprise-baby epilogue. No cheating. Standalone with a guaranteed HEA
I woke up in the hospital with no memory…
Just a ring on my finger…
Two babies in my belly…
And the Pakhan claiming I’m his wife.
I don’t remember my past.
I don’t remember Emil Volkov.
But my body never forgot him.
My head tells me to run.
My heart tells me to stay.
And my body?
It remembers the promise of his lips…
And his hands on my curves…
Even when I don’t.
I may have forgotten him…
But the silver fox Pakhan?
He never forgives…
He never forgets…
And he always claims what’s his.
Claimed by the Pakhan is a scorching standalone, age gap romance that is guaranteed to make you fall for the ruthless Bratva king. No cheating, no cliffhangers, HEA guaranteed!
Just a ring on my finger…
Two babies in my belly…
And the Pakhan claiming I’m his wife.
I don’t remember my past.
I don’t remember Emil Volkov.
But my body never forgot him.
My head tells me to run.
My heart tells me to stay.
And my body?
It remembers the promise of his lips…
And his hands on my curves…
Even when I don’t.
I may have forgotten him…
But the silver fox Pakhan?
He never forgives…
He never forgets…
And he always claims what’s his.
Claimed by the Pakhan is a scorching standalone, age gap romance that is guaranteed to make you fall for the ruthless Bratva king. No cheating, no cliffhangers, HEA guaranteed!
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