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The Russian Savage: Enemy of the Bratva (Krasnov Brothers book 2) comes on August 3rd!
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I am her enemy.
And I’m going to make her mine.
She might never forgive me, but I don’t care. 
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I am her enemy.
And I’m going to make her mine.
She might never forgive me, but I don’t care. 
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Saving the daughter of an enemy was not my intention but, now that I have her, I intend to keep her. Nothing is going to stop me from using this mafia heiress as I see fit, not even her personal vendetta that pits her family against the Bratva. 
Kidnapping the beautiful Italian princess is in my best interests even if it’s not good for her. Because I have wicked secrets of my own, which I intend to play out on her luscious body. 
She will be my prized possession come hell, high water, or a vicious new war. 
The Russian Savage is Arkady’s story and is book two in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes vivid, steamy scenes. Can be read as a standalone. 
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Available for preorder now & Coming August 3rd!

If you haven't had a chance to read The Russian Thug yet, now's your chance! It's on Kindle Unlimited too. ​

A dark, dirty, deliciously dangerous Bratva book!
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I am her captor.
Her keeper. 
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.
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FIVE STAR REVIEWS:
“Great story by Rie Warren about a hardened Bratva enforcer and the fiery Irish lass who he takes as his prisoner! [ . . . ] Fantastic storyline, believable characters, exciting action, and very smexy! Bratva/mafia readers will love this 5-Star read!” ~Amazon reviewer

“OMG Rie Warren brought it with this book. SOO GOOD with an extra helping of dark.” Cali Gals Book Blog

“I have been a fan of Rie Warren for a few years and when I heard she was writing a mafia series I couldn’t wait! She has definitely brought her ‘A’ game with The Russian Thug, the first book in the Krasnov Brothers series! This book is the perfect combination of good writing, interesting characters and a storyline that will keep you engaged from the first page to the last.” ~Amazon reviewer

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I am her captor.
Her keeper. 
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.

This mouthy tomboy is the only daughter of the O’Sullivan mafia, and they’ve been screwing us over for months. All of that changes today. I don’t like surprises but I do enjoy a challenge and, by the time I’m done with the Irish brat, the uneasy truce between our Bratva and their family will be no more than bloodstains on the streets of Boston.

I’m going to abduct her. I’m going to toy with her. I’ll control her and teach her family a lesson they’ll never forget. I can’t wait. 

The Russian Thug is book 1 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone!

KIRILL . . .
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“How much did you have to drink tonight?”
Joanna tossed her hair over one shoulder, jutting out her chin. “I mostly had water, thank you very much. And Arkady made me eat something anyway.”
I didn’t like the way she said my brother’s name so easily, like they’d bonded while I was getting ambushed. 
“And maybe I had a few shots with Sasha,” she mumbled. “You haven’t told me why you dragged me down here.”
“I wanted a nice private place so I could take your family’s attack—not to mention the cost of repairs—out on your ass,” I mentioned oh-so-casually. 
She bristled all over, going up on her tiptoes. “Like hell you are.”
Her feistiness turned me on too—one twisted part of me even liked butting heads with her—but Yury expected me to take her in hand.
It was time to let Joanna know I was in charge of her, and there was nothing she could do about it. 
Faster than she could react, I kicked out a chair. I ripped my jacket from her shoulders, flung it to the table, and snatched her to me. 
Settling on the seat, I pulled her right over my lap, her shrieks ringing out uselessly.
I pinned her flailing form down with a hand between her shoulder blades and one thick thigh spread out to separate her legs. 
When I had the shrew locked in place, I flipped up her shirttail and nearly growled.
I ran one big palm up the back of her slim thigh, and her head shot up.
Her screeching ceased.
“So this is what you were wearing under my shirt.” Skimming my fingers to the crease where her thigh met the softly rounded contour of her ass, I listened to her sputter. 
I slid my palm teasingly between her legs, not quite high enough to reach her pussy, but enough to raise goosebumps on her flesh. 
“Absolutely nothing,” I murmured, staring down at her naked bottom.
“What was I gonna wear? You took my clothes!”
Even turned over my lap with her bare ass hanging in the wind, she talked back to me. 
“I think that warrants a spanking to begin with.” Hauling back, I smacked her with half the force I’d put into a real blow. 
The wobble of firm flesh. 
The sound of her incensed shouts. 
The mounds of her tits pressing into my thigh. 
The whole thing was addictive, and I continued my swats, peppering harsher spanks all over her ass and even along the upper crease of her thighs. 
“You already goddamn disobeyed me by getting out of your restraints earlier”--spank—“when I expressly forbade you from”--smack—“doing anything to defy me.”
I watched her pretty skin begin to glow with incandescent pink as I rained blow upon blow on her. 
“Ow!” Howling, she tried to kick out. “Dammit!”
A chuckle sounded from my throat, rife with dark humor at her helplessness. 
My fingers tapped her bottom a couple times, then I palmed one whole globe—the heat of her flesh searing into my hand. 
I spanked her again and again in between cupping and kneading the cheeks of her ass. 
Then she moaned. 
And it wasn’t a sound of pain. 
My hand halted, half-raised in the air. I brought it down again, and she twitched then arched as a mewl escaped her lips. 
Only then did I notice my cock had surged to full meaty thickness beneath her belly, hot and hard as a spike. 
I clenched the shirttails at the base of her spine, my breath labored. 
Jo got her legs under her and pressed her bottom up. 
Blyad.
My swats softened, and she kept pushing back for more. 
She panted. 
I caressed her warm, warm ass and, Jesus Christ, for a second it felt like she was rubbing herself on me.

But first, I know everything is up in the air and incredibly nerve-wracking right now with the Coronavirus. Please know my thoughts are with you and your families. ​

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ANGEL
I thought I knew bad times. The worst times. My dad murdered, the MC that’s rightfully mine ripped apart by corrupt rule. I didn’t know anything about true horror until I met a Tennessean girl named Mercy. 
Angel and Mercy, frigging ironic, right? You don’t know the half of it. Blood Legion MC is my legacy, and revenge against me is Mercy’s. If you’re looking for gritty star-crossed lovers in the Crescent City, you’ve found it. Because there’s a damn good chance one of us won’t make it out of here alive. 
MERCY
I’m at the mercy of my menfolk. Mercy . . . ironic, isn’t it? Because my cousin and my uncle show no mercy to me, despite my name. I’m used against my will. I’m beaten and worse when I don’t behave. I have no freedom, only one friend, and no chance of escape even though New Orleans is so vibrant I feel like I could touch the colors. 
I fled the compound for just one night. I shouldn’t have. I met a biker called Angel--Angel. He’s blond as a seraph, but big and tall and full of sweet talk I’ve never heard before. Except he’s my family’s enemy. 
Angel can’t be my only hope because my kin have vowed to take out him and the rest of the Blood Legion MC in one big Tenn-tucky blaze of glory. 
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I am her captor.
Her keeper. 
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.
This mouthy tomboy is the only daughter of the O’Sullivan mafia, and they’ve been screwing us over for months. All of that changes today. I don’t like surprises but I do enjoy a challenge and, by the time I’m done with the Irish brat, the uneasy truce between our Bratva and their family will be no more than bloodstains on the streets of Boston.
I’m going to abduct her. I’m going to toy with her. I’ll control her and teach her family a lesson they’ll never forget. I can’t wait. 

The Russian Thug is book 1 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone!

°•★✰COVER REVEAL & PREORDER✰★•°
They were ruthless killers. Unrepentant kings of the Zolotov Bratva. 
Men who ruled by the blade and the bullet, not by kindness. 
They might dress in suits. But they were the sharks of the streets. 

I am her captor.
Her keeper. 
And I don’t have a single intention of protecting her.
This mouthy tomboy is the only daughter of the O’Sullivan mafia, and they’ve been screwing us over for months. All of that changes today. I don’t like surprises but I do enjoy a challenge and, by the time I’m done with the Irish brat, the uneasy truce between our Bratva and their family will be no more than bloodstains on the streets of Boston.
I’m going to abduct her. I’m going to toy with her. I’ll control her and teach her family a lesson they’ll never forget. I can’t wait. 
The Russian Thug is book 1 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone!

NSFW EXCERPT (just a little something to sink your teeth into)

Teeth gritted, lips pulled back, I bit out, “Why the hell didn’t you try to escape when you had the remotest chance? You’re clever enough. You could’ve figured something out, especially with the club in chaos.”
That time I waited for her answer, running the pads of my fingers all over her ripened ass. 
Her head turned my way, and she let out a stuttering breath. “Because I didn’t have any place I wanted to go, and I’m not sure it isn’t better with you than where I’ve come from.”
That little tidbit of truth caught me completely off guard. 
I groaned.
Swearing viciously, I hauled back for one last strike.
My hand landed right on the soaked lips of her cunt. 
Jo bit her lips, her eyes shutting.
My nostrils flared. She looked to be on the verge of coming.