Semyonov Bratva Books

There was right, there was wrong, and then there was the in-between. The place where normal people reside, understanding that there are two sides to every coin. People that do bad things for good reasons. People that do bad things for bad reasons. First, I knew that Shasha Semyonov was a bad man. One that did bad things for bad reasons. That didn’t mean that I was rational when it came to him. He was toxic to my health, yet I wanted him anyway. They say the first step to healing is admitting when you have a problem. My problem happened to be six feet two inches tall, two hundred and twenty pounds, and bearded to perfection. Oh, and he was also the scariest guy I knew. Meanwhile, I was the laughingstock of the city. The woman who was cheated on by her boyfriend with her best friend, and it was captured live while a band played in the background, perfectly accenting the humiliating video. There was no way that Shasha Semyonov would notice me. Right? Wrong. I’d definitely been noticed.

Broody. Hot. Intoxicating. Nastya Semyonov first met Haze at a bar, but for Haze Hopkins, duty calls before either can act on their desires. He’s gone without a glance back, leaving her thinking that maybe all the hot looks were only one-sided. Fast forward to the next day, Nastya hitches a ride to her car that she left behind the night before, only to run into the same man from last night. Neither one truly thinks before they act, and they spend a hot fifteen minutes in a fast-food restaurant bathroom before parting ways again. It’s as she’s walking back to her car that she realizes how badly she’s screwed up. Because her car is surrounded in police tape, and there’s one very angry man wearing a badge standing in front of it with her name on an arrest warrant for killing a man. Mistakes were made. Repeatedly. But Detective Haze Hopkins isn’t complaining. He was ready to quit, anyway. Crime pays better.

Life isn’t fair. If anyone on Earth should know that, it’s Milena Semyonov. She’s suffered blow after blow, and the hits just keep on coming. Just when she’s sworn off being happy, that maybe being numb is the better way to navigate life, she meets him . Cutter Carson Clayborne. The man that finally shows her how a real man is supposed to treat her. Just when she didn’t think life could get any worse, the man that abused her as a young, impressionable teen is back, showing her that life can, in fact, get worse. When she’s ready to quit, Cutter is there, making sure that she knows that he’ll be there, whether she wants him there or not. He is her husband, after all. And the unlikely pair have an understanding that they’ll stay married for two years, make a baby, and join two crime syndicates in unholy matrimony. Cutter has other plans, though. He only agrees to the original plan to make her his. He won’t ever give her up. What’s his stays his. And there’s not a man on the earth that’ll ever touch Milena again. Not with Cutter alive and able to take out anyone that tries.

Was it considered stalking if the woman you were stalking liked the idea of being stalked? It started out like any other job. My brother, the head of the Russian Mafia, wanted me to delete an opponent. Like the good brother I was, I decided to give him what he wanted. In doing so, I ended up finding a woman that made my cold, dead heart start to beat again. One day while doing some reconnaissance on my target, I happen to overhear Keely telling her friend one of her darkest fantasies, and I decide that I’d be the one fulfilling that particular craving for her. I tell myself that it’s only once. I’d give in to that darkness inside of me once, and I’ll leave her alone from then on. Except, once turns into twice. And twice turns into way too many to count. Just when I plan to cut all ties so she doesn’t start to develop feelings for a killer, I find out that Keely doesn’t have just one stalker. She has two. And the one that wasn’t me wanted her dead, and I couldn’t allow that to happen. Not to her. Not to the woman that not only chased my demons away, but also didn’t care that I had them in the first place.