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120 pages, ebook
First published December 16, 2013





Before she knows it, she is whisked away to a world of opulence and utter indulgence, but her small town roots hold her fast. And while Natalie is fascinated with Sevastyan and she KNOWS he desires her as well, their lives can't seem to mesh. Sevastyan is an enforcer in the Russian mafia, he's huge and tattooed and everyone seems to fear him. Except for Natalie. His passions are intense and verge on scary, but no one has ever excited her nearly so much as he has. 
"Sdavaisya." Surrender.
When my lips met his zipper and I moaned for more, he repeated, "Fuck you."














“Understand me, girl, I will eliminate any threat to you, pitilessly.”

“If you run from me again, I will catch you. It’s what I do.” He locked his gaze on mine. “And then I’ll spread you facedown over my knees and whip your plump ass until you know better.”

“It made you happy, to be used by me?”
Perhaps not so promising. I raised my brows with amusement. “I orgasmed three times; you did once. Who’s using whom, Siberian?”


And after a few pages….I’m like….![]()
Before I continue, please let me clarify that these are my opinions – I know loads of readers have loved this book, but I guess it does it for someone and not for everyone….for me, it was![]()
The plot is so ridiculous and silly that it’s beyond OTT. Natalie places messages on social media sites looking for her lost Russian father and voila!!! Soon she’s met up with some gorgeous Russian bodyguard, who has been sent to America to fetch her and take her to unknown father, who just happens to be one of the “good” Russian Mafiosos!!!!!!!![]()
oh okay…there are some of those still living in Russia….after all, her father does everything criminal but not drugs and prostitutes………that makes it okay, doesn’t it??????![]()
“Your father is part of the Bratva, the brotherhood. It’s like a criminal aristocracy. He’s vor v zakone, the head of our organization, answering to no one.”
The blatant pride in Sevastyan’s tone made my queasiness increase. “So I’m a freaking mafiya princess, then? That’s the real reason I’m in danger, isn’t it?”
I imagined him with cool, statuesque beauties from the north, felt like a runt in comparison. That feeling was short-lived—because he moved his attention to my breasts.
Cupping them from the bottom, he nearly circled them with his big hands. Avoiding my nipples, he kneaded with a practiced touch that was just this side of rough. But I loved it, arching to him.
Again and again, he palmed me, plumping the mounds until the rest of my body begged for contact—which he seemed determined to withhold.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Sexually torturing you.” He tightened his grip on my breasts.
The sex was not erotic or sensual…..![]()
“Chut’.” Slightly. “I’ve been replaying how I saw you in the bath, stroking yourself with these fingers.” He peeled my right hand from the cover—which I’d been clutching like a roller-coaster safety bar—then pressed my fingertips against his face. “I only wish you’d finished yourself in front of me.”The writing was so silly……I mean……Natalie phones her best friend, who is just as idiotic as her,
Steam hissed, floating through the air. It surrounded us, caressing my face. “If we stay h-here, something might happen.” Something sinful.
Like the two of us stripping down to nothing, so we could lick droplets from each other’s skin.
Jess answered on the fourth ring, snapping with impatience: “Having my box eaten right now; this better be good—”from the private jet winging her and
” Sevastyan crossed to stand in front of me. The soft light caressed his hard features. They were almost too masculine. His rugged jaw was wide, the
bridge of his aquiline nose slightly askew, giving him a roguish look. But on the whole, he was devastatingly attractive, with that dangerous aura about him”. to meet her father.
“You must trust me, pet,” he said as he reached forward to gently grasp my chin.
At his touch, that dizzying heat filled me once more. It was just the liquor at work, I assured myself, or exhaustion catching up with me. Or my unsuccessful bath time.
“Pet . . .” Now every time he called me that it reminded me of his words:collar and keep you. He reached for my jacket, his gaze gone molten. “There’s one thing you should know.”
I just had this image running in my head
I’m too scared to read book #2…what if I![]()
“You think I'd stop with a kiss?”
“You assume I'd want you to?”
Was it too much to ask for an attractive, dominant guy with sexual skill, one who wasn’t a minute-to-win-it two-pump chump?
“When a woman singles me out”— he leaned down to murmur at my ear—“it’s because she wants to get fucked. She looks at the scars and tattoos and knows she’ll get fucked hard.”
I gasped, melting for him.
“Is that what you wanted of me, Natalya?”
”Understand me, girl, I will eliminate any threat to you, pitilessly.”




