He's a Russian mafia kingpin.
Deep, dark and dangerous.
Good and evil at war within him.
I’m caught in the cross-fire,
but I want to be here.
A cold-hearted man, or is he?
I’m about to find out.
She’s breezed into my life
like a latter-day Mary Poppins
A sassy girl from England
with the voice of an angel,
and the body of a goddess.
I need her in my life like a bullet in the brain.
Everything about her tempts me.
But she’s an itch I won’t be scratching.
Except, the best-laid plans have a habit of going wrong.
Soon I’ll find out what really matters,
and that the worst lies
are the lies you tell to yourself.
From international bestselling author SC Daiko comes a gripping new standalone romance with all the feels...
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This was my first book from this author and I was no disappointed. I have a small number of mafia books that I love and this is certainly one of those books now.
Taras hires Zoe to be his daughter’s nanny but I don’t think he was ready for Zoe. She can see how much little Emma wants to connect with her father and makes it her priority to make that happen. I think Taras deep down wanted that connection as well but being the Bravta boss means he has to keep people at a distance to keep them safe.
This leaves Taras not knowing how to handle Zoe. She is just as determined and stubborn as he is. The chemistry these two have made the pages burn it was so hot. I loved this book from the first page to the last.
I Dreamed A Dream (Anne Hathaway – Les Miserables)
Hallelujah – Sheku Kanneh-Mason – Leonard Cohen: Hallelujah, arr. Tom Hodge
With or Without You – (U2) – 2 Cellos
Something Just Like This – (The Chainsmokers & Coldplay) – Cello Cover
Baby Can I Hold You – Tracy Chapman
The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face – Roberta Flack
A Thousand Years – Christina Perri
Make You Feel My Love – Adele
Tonight, Zoe wasn’t wearing the halter-neck dress. She appeared in figure-hugging jeans and a blue cotton blouse that set off the topaz in her beautiful irises. After declining a glass of wine, she sat next to me, shooting me a look from under her dark lashes.
Mrs K arrived with our starter course, a fresh vegetable salad made with cucumbers, tomatoes and onions. She served us and returned to the kitchen.
I swirled the wine in my glass. “I’m sorry if I was a little abrupt when we said goodnight yesterday.”
“Abrupt? You were more than abrupt.” Her eyes flashed. “You were downright rude.”
“I’m not a nice man. I don’t do ‘nice’. I can’t.”
“If I show any weakness, I’ll be finished.” I lifted my fork and speared a tomato.
She took a sip of water. “Being nice isn’t the same as being weak, I don’t think.”
“You are right, rybka. It isn’t.” I shook my head. “I guess I’ve just gotten out of the habit.”
She chewed some salad and swallowed. “Were you horrible to your wife? Is that why you got divorced?”
“None of your concern,” I snapped, slamming my hand down on the table. Dishes rattled and the water in Zoe’s glass sloshed over the edge.
She shot me a withering look. “There you go again, being a prick. I’m only trying to understand you, Taras.”