I've planned two hundred weddings. I've never lost a bride.
Until Konstantin Chaykin's runs at midnight, leaving me with four hundred guests, a cake the size of a car, and every cent I own fronted to vendors who don't do refunds.
He needs a wedding by four p.m. or his enemies smell blood. I need this wedding to happen or I lose my company and my mother's house.
So I make him an offer. Six months. Separate bedrooms. My fee, my debts, my rules, in writing.
He reads the contract twice. Then he takes out a pen and adds a clause of his own.
If you want me, you ask. In writing.
I thought I was the one setting the terms. I didn't read the part in Russian.
The Contract is a spicy, standalone contract-marriage Bratva romance with a wedding planner who writes the rules, a Pakhan who signs every one of them, Miami heat, and a guaranteed happily ever after. Book 1 of the Chaykin Bratva.
Intended for readers 18+. Contains explicit content and on-page violence.