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One tiny oops, and I’m married to a mafia boss. I’m the stand-in maid of honour, he’s the silver fox uncle of the groom who saves the day when the wedding becomes a disaster, with a fluffy ring-bearer gone rogue, a drunk priest, and a child with perfect comic timing. But the dream Italian wedding continues, and the uncle—Dante—and I sign as witnesses. And if I try to flirt with him, I blame the romantic setting and the fact that although he’s twice my age, he’s the hottest man I’ve ever met.

It was a perfect plan. Grab my feckless brother from outside the pub, take him to our family cabin, and force him to sort his life out. Except, when I open the back of my little car, it's not my brother there, but the tall, dark, tattooed, Irish mafia boss he works for. And the kingpin is furious. Oops. Within seconds, he's turned the tables on me, and I'm his captive. Sorry won’t cut it. He wants compensation. And the only thing I have to offer him is myself. I might have kidnapped him, but the mafia boss isn’t going to let me go.

When your dad’s best friend is teaching you to kiss, and says, “I can’t breathe without you.” After a little solo dance party mistake leaves me with a black eye, I tell everyone at work that I tripped on the stairs. Then my gorgeous, silver fox boss who I thought I was invisible to, walks in and snarls, “No more dancing on tables, Miss Matthews.” And I go still. Because the only way he could know that was if he could see what I was doing in my apartment. Mr Blackwood is twice my age. He’s my dad’s best friend. And he’s watching me. He’s got cameras. He knows all my secrets.

The silent, grumpy, bratva boss doesn’t know I’m having his baby. It all starts when my rich, handsome boss catches me listening to an audiobook. My earbuds disconnect and he hears every second of a kissing scene. I’d say, “kill me now”, but he could take that literally. Instead, he makes me keep listening, and the book turns hot. Really hot. And… things happen. On a table. Without protection. With lots of kissing.

Married to a deadly stranger. The ruthless new Bratva kingpin—older, gorgeous, and brutal—demands a mafia arranged marriage as the price of ending our family feud. He slides a black credit card across the table to me, and tells me to plan our wedding. Instead, I plot how to become a widow. Revenge for the Russian mafia boss murdering my mother. On our wedding night, I hide a blade in my underwear, and set about tempting him. I didn’t know he’d seduce me.

One night with a mafia boss. I’m a captive ballerina. He’s a big, arrogant, tattooed Bratva boss who paid an outrageous amount to own me until dawn. I’m sent to his room, quaking with nerves. But I refuse to make it easy for him. “Do not fight me, Taylor,” he growls, ice-blue eyes flashing. “I will win.” I run. He catches me, pinning me, his naked body hard against mine. I’m sobbing. Helpless. Then he whispers into my ear, low and harsh. “There’s something you need to know…

My ex-boyfriend’s dad kidnaps me to his private tropical island. A sleek black limo pulls up next to me, and I’m dragged in, kicking and screaming. My captor looks like my ex-boyfriend, but far more. Older. Hotter. More experienced. Powerful and ruthless. Feliks Rykov makes me flushed and needy, feeling things I never dreamed of.

No one was supposed to know that the little waitress was special to me. My obsession. My love. I wanted to protect her, both from the brutal life of the Bratva, and from myself.

When I accidentally give gorgeous and terrifying kingpin Dexter Streatham my list of baby daddy requirements, I expect to be fired. After all, the list describes him exactly, down to intimate details. Instead, he offers to marry me and get me pregnant. But if he takes my V-card he’s sure to notice I’m hopelessly in love with him, so I refuse. He bets me that he’ll put a baby in my belly within six months, or he’ll find me a new husband himself. I can’t say no. Having my boss’ baby is everything I've ever wanted, even if it might break my heart.

All year, single dad Lucas Knight has refused to give me any time off, or respond when I tried to flirt with him. He’s a dangerous, demanding, billionaire London kingpin, and I’m just his daughter’s nanny. It’s silly to adore him as I do. When he grudgingly agrees to give me Christmas off, it’s my one opportunity to get over him. I need to feel desirable, even if just for one night. So I join OnlySantas and plan a sexy show to boost my confidence. An anonymous profile, YourBoss, spends thousands booking me exclusively. And then I'm really in trouble.

My boss walked in on me buying magic juice online. And now he's demanding to be my baby's daddy! All he wants in return is for me to be his fake wife? My grumpy billionaire boss is the bane of my life and my embarrassing crush. So I must be crazy to agree to his proposal, right? A marriage of convenience for him, and in return, I'll get a pregnancy to fulfill my grandmothers wish.

For six months we repeated this pattern, the attraction shimmering between us, hot and wrong. He kidnapped me. On a lonely night back at home, I wake to the stab of a needle. The last thing I remember is Mr Crosse shooting my attacker and scooping me up. When I come to, I'm trapped with him in his bedroom, and... Oh, ground swallow me I think I confessed my love while out-of-it. Now my ex's dad wont let me leave.

The boy from the club seemed nice. He was supposed to give me my first kiss, but instead, I’m in a dark alley, and he and his friends have knives. They rip my clothes, and two of them hold me down as the other undoes his trousers. I’m sobbing, and pleading, and wishing there was someone, anyone to help. Then a tall man with a deep voice, commands, “Stop.” Moments later, I’m covered with their blood, and shaking. My saviour wraps me in his warm suit jacket, and helps me up.

I watched her. I was patient. Now she's mine to claim. Helping the most dangerous mafia boss in London was a risk, but I didn't expect to see his handsome face everywhere afterwards. I fall asleep to dreams of my escape tomorrow, cupcakes, and the ice blue eyes of my stalker who leaves me presents. I awake to gunshots. A hand over my mouth. In a blur of noise and smoke, he steals me away. The kingpin treats me like a captive princess and I'm conflicted. He's older than me, experienced. It's wrong to desire him and not the freedom I've been planning. So I creep out of the luxurious bedroom.

My billionaire boss caught me reading a very spicy book when I should have been working… The price of keeping my job? One night as his fake date. We’ve all read a book so good we couldn’t help sneaking just one more page, right? Mr Blackwood is dangerous - a London mafia boss - and was scheduled to be out all afternoon. When my favorite daydream is absent, I make do with fiction. I thought I was going to be sacked, or worse, for sure. But when I begged him, he looked at me severely and told me his conditions: I have to attend an event with him this evening and pretend to be his fiancee.

At the altar, I silently plead for someone to save me from a marriage I don’t want. And just my luck—nothing happens. Then, when the priest asks if anyone objects to this marriage, the church doors are thrown open, a tall, older man with ice-blue eyes and air of casual wealth and power, stalks in, and says, “I'm taking this.” He carries me out of the church over his shoulder. Kingpin Zane Bethnal might have saved me, but it turns out, I’m in his debt.

For three years, I’ve been daydreaming excuses to get my gorgeous, older, mysterious neighbor into my apartment. I was thinking of a burst pipe, small cooking fire, dress that I can't zip up, or a massive sign that said “I adore you, please take my V-card”. I didn’t think he’d invite himself in to save me. Mafia thugs came looking for my parents, and money. Hours later, I’m cowering in my wardrobe, still shaking, covered in bruises and dried unthinkable liquids, when soft footsteps echo through my apartment.

He's powerful, gorgeous, twice my age… and obsessed with me? I might be an innocent runaway, but I’m at my friend’s funeral to avenge her murder by the mafia boss: King. He has other ideas. I should have guessed he’d retaliate with kidnap. Now I'm under his control, still intent on his demise, and honestly so turned on I could cry. When he offers me pleasure, I can't refuse.

I have an excruciating crush on this man who comes into the coffee shop. Every day. He's older, gorgeous, perfectly dressed. He has a Russian accent and silver eyes. On my last shift, I stop him as he's walking out. Just to say I don't know. I love you, marry me, and let me have your babies? Thanks for the generous tips, have a nice life?

I shouldn’t have messaged him. And I definitely shouldn’t have said he was my boyfriend. In my defense, I was trying to forget my crush on my silver fox Italian boss and lose my V-card after a month of pining and tummy flutters. Then my boss messages back. When he hears where I am, he’s feral. He turns up at the bar, kisses me, and tells my friends I’m his fiancée. But it's all fake.