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I start all of my true crime books with a quick word of warning. Most news articles and television true crime shows skim over the vile details of truly horrible crimes. In my books, I don’t gloss over the facts, regardless of how disgusting they may be. I try to give my listeners a clear and accurate description on just how demented the killers really were. I do my best not to leave anything out. The stories included in these books are not for the squeamish.

To be fair, I didn’t know he was my boss when I slept with him. I thought he was just the kind stranger offering me a place to stay. But one night in Misha Orlov’s hotel room got me way more than I bargained for.

She thinks she owns me. She’s never been more wrong. My second-in-command sold me out. Stabbed me in the back. Betrayed me to our sworn enemies. Now, I’m the prisoner of the Irish mob. Their don wants to beat me down.

I lied. I ran. I hid. But Nikolai Zhukova found me anyway. And now that I’m his again, he’s making sure I never repeat my mistakes. He’s putting his ring on my finger and marching me down the aisle—whether I like it or not.

Ruthless mob boss buys an innocent fake wife. A kingdom of corruption—that is my birthright. But before my father gives me the throne that’s rightfully mine, I must fulfill one condition: I must find a wife....

Ten years ago, he tore my heart out. Today’s my wedding day, and he’s come to claim the rest of me.

How did I end up playing fake fiancée to a runaway criminal? Well, I was supposed to get married today—but that’s a whole other story.The part that matters is that I took the car and ran, still in my wedding dress. I promptly crash said car into a bridge, and when I get out to check the damage… I'm disoriented and fall right into the river below. That should’ve been it for little old me. Goodnight. Close the curtains. Roll the credits. Drowned by my own wedding dress—how morbidly appropriate. But then someone saves me.

Come aboard with Heyward and Charlotte as they transform a worn-out hull into a first-class blue water cruiser. Then take off and cross oceans with them, feeling their desperation when equipment failures force ingenious workarounds in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Share the highs of navigating the crystal waters of French Polynesia and the lows of crossing pirate-infested waters in the Indian Ocean and Gulf of Aden. Travel ashore with them to places not covered in travel brochures, meet natives untouched by the modern world, and navigate the political waters of Guantanamo Bay.

He ripped me from my life and made me his. Now he wants my help. But some sins can never be forgiven. Matvei Morozov. A name that’s haunted my family for years. A whisper in the shadows. A monster in the darkness.

He killed my family. So I took his daughter. My enemy murdered my family in cold blood. The time has come to claim my revenge. His daughter thinks she escaped from the clutches of her mob boss father. But I’m coming to show Cassandra that she can never run from me.

The OH-58D Kiowa Warrior—a deep reconnaissance scout and attack aircraft—was legendary to those it supported. Regularly flying mere feet off of the ground while intentionally drawing enemy fire, almost everyone called Kiowa pilots crazy. Responsible for hunting elusive enemy fighters and protecting those under their charge, Kiowa crews displayed a fierce and intense devotion that was unparalleled.

What happened was this: My family made me marry a monster. I ran from my wedding... Into the arms of another man. I thought he was my savior. But I was wrong. He was just the beginning of the real nightmare.

A chance meeting turns into a once-in-a-lifetime offer. The billionaire don needs a blank slate to turn into his perfect politician’s wife. I’m homeless and desperate—what do I have to lose?

Put the career on hold, pull the children out of school, sell the house, and buy a boat in Greece to sail the Mediterranean? Why not? And so begins Heyward and Charlotte’s one-year businessman’s sabbatical. But with the winter months approaching and the Gulf War under way, this dream cruise will soon present them with a whole new set of obstacles.

At first, Misha Orlov was the boss who got me pregnant. But he has become so much more than just that. He’s my husband and the father of my babies (yes, as in plural). He’s my pakhan. He’s my last hope.

I’ll keep her safe from everything…except myself. I’m a billionaire mob boss with a thirst for power. She’s a broken girl fleeing from a past she can’t escape.

Running from my wedding was a mistake. But only because I should’ve kept running. If I’d just kept running right past Daniil Vlasov, none of this would’ve happened.

He’s my ex’s brother. A terrifying mob boss with a past too dark to share. And when he finds out I’m pregnant, he becomes something else, too: the husband I never asked for. Kolya Uvarov crashed into my life at a funeral and saved me from a mega-creep Classic meet-cute, right? Not exactly, because it was his brother we were burying. AKA my ex-boyfriend. AKA the man who hit me, stormed out the door, then died in a car crash before I could ever tell him about our baby. But Kolya knows the secrets I’m hiding.

I can buy my secretary’s submission—or I can take it the hard way. My ex-wife’s fatal car crash left me with a cruel gift: A daughter I never knew I had. I am a billionaire. A mob boss. A titan. Not a babysitter. I need a woman’s touch to help raise my daughter. My secretary doesn’t know it yet, but her life is about to change. Charlotte is gorgeous. Feisty. And best of all…desperate. So from now on, we’re going to do things my way. It starts with five little words: “Let me own you, kitten.”

Charlie has old girlfriend problems. The cops think retired blogger Charlie North murdered his three old girlfriends. They want to see him fry. Charlie needs to catch the killers before the cops, or the killers, catch him. Desperate, Charlie investigates the murders. He hires a stunning—and brilliant—private detective. Good first move. As they dig up clues, Charlie dutifully reports their findings in his blog, naming names, naming everything. The blogs go wildly viral. It’s like putting the investigations of all three murders on a sizzling griddle.