I am not the kind of girl who gets a happily ever after.
When I was young, I was betrayed.
For years, my heart was an impenetrable fortress.
And then I met Iosif, who tore down every single one of my walls.
Iosif is one of the deadliest men in my city. A member of the Bratva - the Russian Mafia - his kill sheet is longer than most people's resumes. But, when he looks at me, I know I have never been safer. On our first night together, he takes me with exquisite sweetness. His touches trace my body, overwriting all memories of my brutal past. As our eyes lock at the moment of completion, my soul sings.
If only I weren't such a magnet for danger. When I was threatened, we were forced to make a devil's bargain. Now our "savior" wants something in return.
It's an impossible choice: endanger my new-found family or be at his beck-and-call forever.
As I said, I am not the kind of girl who gets a happily ever after.
I've been writing stories since I was old enough to put pencil to paper. My mother raised me on books by Laura Ingalls Wilder, Carol Ryrie Brink, Elizabeth George Speare, Marguerite Henry, and Walter Farley. Wilder and Farley are probably contributing factors to my decades-long love affair with horses, particularly Morgans.
Horses comprise a significant part of my life. We didn't live on a farm and my parents didn't like horses, but that didn't stop me. I bought my first horse weeks before my 15th birthday with money earned from working at the family's ice cream parlor. Having passed 50 years old, I still have horses, two of which are Morgans.
In my early teens I started reading romance and fantasy: Danielle Steel, Barbara Cartland, Jude Devereaux, Jayne Anne Krentz, David Eddings, Robin McKinley, R. A. Salvatore, Jack Chalker, Orson Scott Card. Years later, I quit devouring everything the library had to offer and started narrowing my choices. I wrote for the high school newspaper and got a few encouraging nibbles on short stories submitted to magazines.
In college I majored in English, because literature is my "thing." Except, I didn't want to read the musty old stuff written by long dead men; I wanted to write and be read.
Fast forward to now, after 30 years of marriage, two children (one in college and the other serving in the military), I never lost that habit of writing, regardless of how little encouragement--or even active discouragement--I received.
So, now I write romance and paranormal romance. I enjoy writing it and hope you enjoy reading it.
This story had so much going on in it, between the Bratva, the Don and Ochobella it was a bit much. I think I just prefer when a group gets eradicated when they do bad. I have to get in kidnapped on her honeymoon by Ochobella's to be a sex life and made sterile, Latasha moved on in the story as if nothing happened. I guess I kind of wish her revenge would have been more intense and her mental therapy would have been involved in the story. I enjoyed the story I just wish that there were other things included and some things they took out. I wanted to see Iosif and his Bratvas going back to Costa Rica and killing everybody that had something to do with Latasha's kidnapping. As usual the sex scenes are the bomb and it's nice that Latasha's husband Iosif makes love in Russian and she too have learned to speak Russian enough to communicate and understand.
There were some things I liked and some I didn't about this story. The poor treatment of women portrayed in this book was hard to overlook. There was a scene where a group of women who have endured sexual slavery get rescued and then they are each given against their will to the men that rescued them. This part really bothered me. Plus, something permanently damaging and traumatizing happens to the h and it is barely talked about. I was waiting for her to process everything that occurred but the story moved to a completely different direction. By the end, she is kind of stuck in her situation and it seemed as if most of the story was bad things happening to her. I was also not a fan of the blatant stereotyping of the h's family. Basically, her family was every negative stereotype you can think of for someone who is black.
What I did like was the H and his love for the h. This H was PERFECT!! His love for the h made me very jealous. He was also swoon-worthy in his protective, possessive, and alpha male behavior. He was kind and sweet to the h but also tough and deadly to his enemies.