Three dominant men who want her. One feisty, strong, independent woman. Is love possible?

Maddison Hayes will become the new Prime Minister in a month’s time. She has been working hard to stop organised crime and has gained enemies along the way. Her life is changed when she discovers she is the illegitimate child of Wallace Williams, the head of a London crime family. The news is leaked to the media by a colleague who is later found murdered at Maddison’s home. She is forced to run knowing someone in the government is framing her for murder and a Mafia cartel wants her dead because of her interference in their illegal business. She’s a martial arts master and a breast cancer survivor, she knows how to take care of herself and stay alive.

Russian Mafia head, Maksim Yahontov kidnaps her, forcing her to take refuge with him while he uses her as a pawn to gain a route into the cartel. He doesn’t expect to fall in love with her. Jackson Ward is the new leader of the Williams’ family. He wants to halt her political career, protect her and he has also fallen for her. Nothing will stop him from taking her and making her his. The mysterious Russian Knight in Shining Armour known only as Mr. Romanov is working for someone Maddison does not know to keep her safe. He also intends to make her his.

With the Mafia cartel and someone in the government trying to kill Maddison, all three dominant men must learn to work together to protect her whilst trying to win her for themselves and gain her full submission.

This is book one in a new series and can be enjoyed independently.

Publisher’s Note: This reverse harem, dark mafia, contemporary romance contains elements of action, adventure, danger, mystery, suspense, sensual scenes, and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.

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Excerpt

“I lost the one person I could always count on. We were close. I doted on him and I let him down. That’s why when I became Minister for Security and Economic Crime I started to find new ways to stop people like you.”

Maksim caressed his thumb over her cheek undeterred by her words.

“They tried to kill you because they knew you were Wallace Williams’s daughter. They wanted revenge.”

“But how would they have known? I only found out myself just over a week ago.”

“I don’t know but I have no doubt that was the reason.”

Another stray tear left her eye prompting Maksim to brush it away with his thumb.

“You are a very brave woman. But you have angered too many people in high places in honouring the memory of your brother. They won’t stop until you are dead. Right now, I am the only man who can protect you from them and yourself.”

“I won’t take refuge with the enemy,” she said with determination.

“If you want to stay alive, you have no choice,” he whispered bending to touch his lips to her forehead.

She remained silent feeling sleep beckon the more he caressed her cheek with his thumb whilst he gently cupped and held the side of her face. “How long have you been having these nightmares?’

“They receded a small amount for a while a year after it happened. I had some counselling. They started to get strong again recently before Tranter and just before my mother told me who my real biological father was. I used to just relive the whole thing. Now I see myself being shot and killed. I barely sleep. Maybe it is a prophecy. If I die and don’t succeed I will have let him down.”

Her tears flowed more easily this time. She looked into Maksim’s eyes. They were so dark brown they were almost black. They were haunted like her own. She could see the deep pain of loss mirroring her own. It was something she hadn’t expected to see. She had envisioned mechanical coldness even hatred for her. She frowned, confused.

“Shh,” he whispered kissing her forehead again.

“You will continue to honour his memory by staying alive and accepting my help.”

“What will it cost me?”

“When did someone last hold you?” he asked, startling her.

“I don’t remember, I…”

She stopped, horrified she was even telling him. He murmured something in Russian underneath his breath as he got up and turned off the light. He came back to lie on top of the bed behind her. He slipped his arm around her waist and forcefully drew her back against him. She tried to move away but he held her tight against him.

“Sleep,” he ordered. “You are safe.”

She lay rigid in his arms for a short while but when he strengthened his hold she relented, dismayed at the warm wave of comfort sweeping her body because she was being held so tightly by a man.

He kissed her shoulder and pressed his face close to hers from behind so she could feel the tantalising bristle of his beard scrape her skin.

“Sleep. I will protect you,” he repeated the order and a few minutes later she found her body obeying him.