The desire of blood. Marcello Russo, the only daughter of the infamous Don Russo. Born into blood, power, and secrets, she is the crown jewel of the Russo empire not because she's delicate, but because she's dangerous. The Mafia Princess. She's beauty draped in vengeance, a soft voice with a blade beneath it. People see her smile and think she's fragile until they feel the cold press of her gun against their ribs. She is her father's fury and her own fire. And then there's Marcello De Luca. The one man who sees her all of her and doesn't look away. Her brother's best friend. Her childhood protector. Her forbidden constant. He's older, deadly, and completely devoted to her. Marcello is the only one who can hold her without breaking, the only one she lets close enough to see the cracks. He has his demons, but he would gladly walk through hell if it meant keeping her safe even if that hell includes her six brothers watching his every move. Their love is unspoken but undeniable. Tension laced with longing, glances that scream louder than words everyone tells Marcello to stay away, but he never does.

Mateo Costello, rising Mob boss, always gets his way. Nobody dares to mess with him unless they want a bullet through their head. He almost never lets his guard down. But when his world collides with daring and exquisite, Malia Sofia, he suddenly finds himself at a loss for words. She's fierce, full of angst and more hot-headed than a tiger. He can't fathom just how tenacious she is and craves her, even though they're nothing alike. All he knows is that he wants to make her his, regardless of the repercussions. Fatal alliances brings you a steamy and passionate, action-romance novel. A story written about the lives of two individuals who at first glance have nothing in common, but in fact go hand in hand, like gin and tonic. But where there's love, there's bound to be chaos and tragedy. Not everything is fair in love and war after all.

" W..what are you-" " Do you want me to show all those people who you belong to the easy way or the hard way?" He says deeply, a dark look in his eyes as he looks down at my lips then back to my eyes. I feel my heart start to beat insanely fast at his close presence, the smell of his expensive cologne intoxicating me, almost like he was trying to lure me into his lips. • Sofia Novikov, youngest daughter of the Russian Mafia leader was kept away from the public eye her whole life. Her sister Anastasia Novikov however was always in the spotlight. With her perfect figure and personality everyone adored her. She was the sunshine and could do anything you could think of, she was everything any girl wished to be. What happens when ruthless and cold hearted Italian Mafia leader Connor Agosti is to be arranged in a marriage with one of the Novikov sister?

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look