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𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 (𝑶’𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 #5)


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⭐️AWESOME FIVE STAR REVIEWS FOR DAMAGE:⭐️
“First let me say, the first 4 books in the series were foreplay for these two characters! Seriously though….I was totally expecting someone to get stabbed or shot when Damage was initially posted as Derry’s bodyguard! Sooooo the book we have all been waiting for since Damage let his a-hole flag fly at his and Derry’s first meeting! And it did not disappoint.” ~FIVE STARS, Goodreads Reviewer


“The cherry on the top of this final book in the series is that it isn't only about Damage and Derry, it's about everybody. It will tie all the Krasnov and O'Sullivan families together in what can only be explained as one big family of love, with all their kids, even the adopted ones, and pets in tow. It was one hell of an ending all wrapped up in a beautiful bow.” ~FIVE STARS, Hines and Bigham’s Literary Tryst


BLURB
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐾𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑣 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑣𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐼𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑂’𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎—𝑎 𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒—𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦, ℎ𝑜𝑡, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.


𝐋𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚 𝐀-𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬.


𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄
I exist in the shadows so no one will ever really see me. Less chance of feeling, being, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔. Because I never will.


Then 𝑠ℎ𝑒 turned up. She sees me, she sees right through me. Tugs my festering rage right to the surface and makes my black heart bleed. Now there’s no escape from the hate at all, not when I’m forced to be her friggin’ babysitting bodyguard on the daily.


𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
I exist in a half-life because my body isn’t fully mine. I’m the paralyzed one. The cripple. I let in small bursts of sunshine just to get through the day, and no one knows my true dark pain.


Then I met ℎ𝑖𝑚. And he stares straight through me. My very worst impulses come out to play because he taps right into the weakness at my core. I can’t even run from him, I can’t even run 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙.


One apocalyptic blizzard during one terrifying night shakes us up with startling gunfire and . . . stolen kisses. We can’t keep hiding our shame, guilt, blame, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒. But none of that really matters when the O’Sullivan mafia staggers from a blow so unexpected, everyone will stumble from the force of it.


The past is only the past until it’s not.


The 𝑶'𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 is available on 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤


💰🤑𝟵𝟵 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴!! 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸🤑💰


𝗢𝗻𝗲-𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆→ https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CNB72PH9
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NSFW EXCERPT FROM DELICIOUS, DARK, AND DIRTY DAMAGE:
FUCK. I DEFINITELY SHOULD not be doing this.
One second, Derry and I’d been gearing up for another rip-roarer ’cause she was such a stubborn ballbuster and I was a moody sumbitch and neither one of us wanted to give a single fuckin’ inch.
Then a switch just flipped.
And goddammit. There wasn’t a single friggin’ inch between us now.
I should never have stripped Derry naked.
Shouldn’t have let her goad me into shucking my own clothes too.
And I fucking for sure shouldn’t have put my mouth on her.
I’d had sex. More than I could count or even remember. It was all fast. No fumbling. About the fucking and nothin’ else.
And I couldn’t give a shit about any of those cock-hungry bitches.
It was never loud, not on my part. And it only lasted ’til I spilled my load into a condom.
They got theirs. I got mine. I walked away, zero fucks given about the aftermath, no clingy cuddling allowed.
No names exchanged. No digits given. No repeat performances unless I forgot a face. Possible since I was all about the tits, ass, pussy. Fact.
I was a real fuckin’ charmer.
This wasn’t that.
First of all, I wasn’t gonna screw Derry. Second, I wasn’t in the habit of making out with the chicks I stuck my dick to. Third and worst? I already had Derry’s phone number. I couldn’t just stalk away or kick her to the curb. ’Cause I fucking spent almost every damn day of my life with her.
I was gonna chalk this kissing Derry shit up to the kick of adrenaline. To our insane fighting in the freakin’ middle of a life-or-death situation.
To having my hands all over her, strictly out of necessity, and that was what I’d tell Lucky if it ever came out because he’d probably murder me on the spot.
Wait a minute.
Had Derry had sex before?
Oh fuck.
And if so, then who the hell with?
With that ugly thought in mind, I renewed my attack on her plump mouth. Almost nutting when she gripped me tighter by the shoulders.
Suddenly this—us with our wet lips sealed together, tongues slippery and sliding back and forth—didn’t feel accidental. At all.
Kissing her hadn’t been something I’d done just to shut her the fuck up either.
I’d wanted to slam my mouth over hers, to see if she tasted as good as she looked all stretched out on this tiny bed with her curvy body lit by the fire.
Hell no. I was stopping this right the fuck now.
Except then Derry moaned. She moaned into my mouth.
In the past, I’d heard every single scornful sound she could possibly make.
But this was sexual.
And my cock was fucking listening as my brain shut down.
A fuckin’ first rate disaster if ever there was one. She had a smoking body and a sharp tongue and she took no shit from anyone. Definitely never from me. But she was taking my tongue and my lips and the slow damn swivels of my hips pretty friggin’ good now.
Her lips . . . slick-swollen. Her mouth . . . inferno hot. Her tongue doing crazy stuff that messed with my head. Both fucking heads. Had she ever given head before?
With that picture soaked into my brain—me being on the receiving end—I groaned.
Into her mouth.

Oh my god, y'all. I can't believe it's time to say goodbye to not only the whole O'Sullivan gang, but the Krasnovs too. *crying hard* I will share my tissues with you (and maybe even my wine).
​

Here's a tiny peek at what's to come:
I’m so damn excited about my next series and I’m totally chomping at the bit to get started. My upcoming books are going to be wicked fun! Mafia, cartels, more crime syndicates . . . oh my. A brand-new twist on the genre you won’t see coming. So stay tuned!

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⭐️ Hot Reviews for Sexy Dexy! ⭐️ 
“DEX is making me HOT and he will make you too . . . Enjoy!! One hell of a book. Best STEAMY book.” ~Five Stars, Goodreads Review

“Wowzer! This book has panty wetting power! I think I need to change!! but it also has a great story and even better characters. If you like mafia books with a possessive alpha male who would do anything for his woman then I highly recommend trying this on.” ~Five Stars, Goodreads Review

“This book is smokin’ hot and a fantastic addition to the O’Sullivan Brothers series as another one bites the dust and this time it is Dex’s turn! 
Dex (Declan) O’Sullivan is one sinfully sexy, powerful, dirty talking, unfiltered man who can’t resist the beautiful Ivy La Rosa.” ~Five Stars, Goodreads Review

𝐃𝐄𝐗
She’s a bossy blue-blooded Bostonian. I’m a hardened mafia man. There’s no friggin’ way our two worlds should collide, but when they do . . . 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌, CRASH, 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬.

Now it’s just my bad freakin’ luck I can’t keep my mind off the snobby babe’s banging body and beautiful eyes. When she runs into trouble and I’m there to rescue her, I’m ready to put my filthy fantasies into action whether she likes it or not.

I get to introduce the prim and proper woman to the heights of wild lust. But the one thing I really lord over her is a big fat dirty secret her dear daddy has kept from her for years.

Yeah, this is gonna be fun.

𝐈𝐕𝐘
God, I could just 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚. No man has ever undermined my composure as quickly as Declan “Dex” O’Sullivan. 

It’s just 𝑚𝑦 bad luck that I need his help when I come under attack. I find out then he’s much more than just a pain in my backside; he is seriously bad news. But he’s also breathtakingly attractive with his bad boy aura.

He’s conceited, crude, crass . . . and determined to lay claim over me.

When I realize I’ve got more in common with Dex than I ever thought possible, it’s all downhill from there. I’m about to become a pawn in a game of mafias and one more man I never considered an enemy before. Now that my life is on the line, can Dex save me one more time?

𝑫𝒆𝒙 is book 3 in the 𝑂’𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 Irish mafia series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone. 

❤︎ 𝟵𝟵 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴!! 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸❤︎
𝗢𝗻𝗲-𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 → https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B5...
𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸→ https://www.amazon.com/gp/prod...
𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗯𝘂𝗯: https://www.bookbub.com/books/...
𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀: https://www.goodreads.com/book...
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As Dex approached, a breathtakingly intense look on the chiseled planes of his face, I hustled backward. 
Still his scent caught up to me—woodsy, masculine, mouthwatering—and my legs bumped against the bed. 
Then his voice emerged, silky deep and seductive. “Wanna know what I did last night when I got home?”
I swallowed harshly, not daring to speak; my voice probably didn’t work anymore anyway.
A dirty smirk crossed his perfect lips. “I got my big cock out and edged it over and over. Got so fucking hard, the veins were throbbing and my balls were heavy.” He roamed ever closer while I remained spellbound by his crude words. “I lubed it up nice and slick, so fuckin’ thick in my hand.”
Guhhh.
A needy-sounding whimper parted my lips, lips I licked before sinking my teeth into the trembling flesh. 
Something hot and tumultuous swept through my belly, making my pulse flutter, spreading liquid fire right to my core. 
“Was thinking about you the whole time,” he murmured in his dark, hypnotic voice. 
My breath expelled in a rush. “Declan . . .”
My inner thighs clenched when his cobalt eyes almost glowed in recognition of a helplessly aroused woman.
“Oh yeah, darlin’. You like that, don’t you? Like me thinking about your smoke-show of a body? Those nice big tits.” 
The tight tingling spread to my nipples, and my body arched as if I was shoving my breasts toward him. 
He was so close now, heat poured off him. 
I dropped down onto the bed when my knees gave out.
Watching me, his lids half-mast, he thumbed open the final buttons on his jeans. 
Pure fire ignited me when he started lowering those faded Levis. He was slow about it, undressing in a teasing sexual manner that had me breathless, pining, panting, aching. 
Then he stood there in nothing but pure white briefs crammed full of thick hard cock. 
My god, he was so large that the waistband couldn’t even lay flat against his body. The briefs looked ready to burst from his enormous erection, his balls two big full orbs crushed into the crotch, the head large and clearly visible because he was leaking so much precum the material became transparent around the thick flared crown. 
I knew without doubt he was telling me the truth, every word of it. He’d wanted me so much he’d stroked that thick hard stalk of flesh thinking about me. 
I’d never experienced such pure, potent passion. Never been on the receiving end of this level of desire, and it made me combust. 
He hadn’t even kissed me. Hadn’t so much as touched me. 
He’d aroused me to a shivering mass simply by speaking of his dark wants in such a deep, guttural voice.
And still he continued. “You got me so fuckin’ hard just wondering what color your nipples are, Ivy. Fisting my aching cock and kneading my loaded balls and imagining burying my head between your thighs, tasting that juicy pussy.”

The O'Sullivan brothers mafia . . . dark, dirty, and oh so delicious. 
And more on the way!

Forced into the mafia man's bed . . .
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𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒚 5 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔!
“𝑊𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑! 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑂’𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑡, 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑.” ~𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬
“𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.” ~𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗚𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗴
“𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒! 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑎𝑙𝑝ℎ𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑!!” ~𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫


𝑲𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚(𝑶’𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 #2)
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘
I’m a busy friggin’ man and priority number one is destroying the south-of-the-border 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑠 who’ve been dealing blow on our turf. Then I find out someone who’s supposed to be in our pocket is on the take with this rival cartel, and things go from bad to FUBAR. 
That backstabbing jagoff owes me big. Unfortunately, the only thing he’s got to offer is the one thing I don’t want. His daughter. Now I’m fighting to keep control of our territory and I’ve got to babysit this beautiful, mouthy babe. I’ll keep Marlowe as collateral, and I’ll take what I want, when I want, whether she likes it or not. 
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄
After my dad’s secrets and lies blow up in his face, he bargains with the only priceless gem he has . . .𝑚𝑒. He practically gives me away to none other than Kelly O’Sullivan, a rough-talking mafia man he’s warned me about for years. 
I’m infuriated I’ve been put in this dicey position. It’s my father who should pay the price for his double dealing, not me. It’s impossible. 𝐾𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 is impossible. He’s intimidating. Overbearing. Scary. 𝑆𝑒𝑥𝑦. He dominates me from day one, taking a wrecking ball to my defenses and wreaking havoc with my desires. 
I’m pretty sure I hate him. I definitely don’t trust him. But when the cartel makes it clear they want me too, what other choice do I have?
𝑲𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚 is book 2 in the 𝑶’𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 Irish mafia series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone. 
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𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸→ https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08YY9VTDS
𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58850675-kelly
𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗯𝘂𝗯→ https://www.bookbub.com/books/kelly-dark-irish-mafia-romance-o-sullivan-brothers-book-2-by-rie-warren

“We’re having this out right now.” Kelly whirled me around and left me panting in pure fury.
“Oh yeah? Are you going to gag me again? Or can I actually talk this time?” I sniped. “Because so far you’ve held me at gunpoint—”
“Not really.” His jaw bulged.
“Taken me under duress and kissed me against my will!”
“Against your will, huh?” His voice emerged deceptively silky. “Where’s the woman who held a dagger at my balls then?”
Our labored breathing beat across the air as we stared one another down. 
I tossed my hair over a shoulder. “Do you want to talk now or just play with knives?”
He unsheathed his wicked matte black blade with a hiss of metal against leather. “I know what my vote is.”
Kelly aimed a sinful smile at me when he said that.
Well, he was not about to intimidate me. 
I marched right into the bedroom, whipped my dagger from my bag, and spun to find him stalking straight after me. And his hooded eyes gleamed as sinisterly as the KA-BAR.
He lowered into a predator’s stance but didn’t immediately lunge for me. 
We circled one another warily while warring compulsions coursed through me. To cut him, to gut him . . . to hurl the knife away then throw myself at him to get another taste of his lips. 
Crouched low, he looked even bigger, and power radiated off of him. 
I darted into his space—seeking to slash him—but he easily parried my thrust before retreating. 
Losing some of my poise, I wildly lashed at him again. 
That time, Kelly’s huge blade clashed against mine, and the metal screeched together. Ultimately, he pushed my knife up so I lost all leverage and nearly toppled onto my ass. 
I jumped back into fighting mode, flinging my hair from my face and jabbing quickly at his midsection. 
His nostrils flaring, he dodged each well-aimed stab. 
The ease with which he deflected me was infuriating. 
“Come on already. Give me your best shot!” I shouted in frustration.
So far, I’d been the aggressor, and he’d agilely avoided each of my lunges. 
More quickly than a man as big as him should be able to move, he advanced. The massive KA-BAR swirled nimbly in front of me in a flash of metal.
When he retreated, cool air fluttered along my torso. 
In the blink of an eye, he’d shredded my blouse, and the fabric hung limply from my shoulders. 
“How’s that for my best shot?” 
Before I could react to the shock of his brazen bladework, he had that knife against me again. He flicked the black steel so fast, I felt just the whisper of cold metal against my flesh before he withdrew again. 
I looked down in disbelief as my bare breasts jiggled, my pearly white bra in ruins. He’d practically denuded me without inflicting a single nick to my flesh.
Slowly lifting my head, I stared at the man. 
A smug smirk curved his mouth, and heat spread from his half-mast eyes to permeate my entire body.
Keeping his gaze snared, I wore a smirk of my own, if little else. With a sinuous roll of my shoulders, I let the torn blouse and tattered bra slip down my arms and off my fingers. 
Then I sauntered to the broad-shouldered, bronze-haired giant, clasping my dagger and dancing it across the air between us. 
Kelly kept his blade by his side that time. 
He seemed entranced by my bouncing breasts and obnoxiously tight nipples, but I wasn’t foolish enough to think he’d give up all control quite so easily. 
When I reached him, I laid the flat side of my slim blade against the evident erection in his faded jeans. “Did you really want my dagger at your dick again?”
He clenched his KA-BAR but remained otherwise unmoving. 
“As hot as this is, I’d rather have your mouth on my cock. At least with you sucking me, you won’t be able to talk back.”
The deep drugging tone of his voice almost robbed me of breath. His filthy comment should make me want to slice my blade into him. But it didn’t.
I drew the dagger up then flipped the tip beneath the hem of his T-shirt. “Well, what’s good for the goose . . .”
He inhaled sharply as his arms flexed into dangerously hard weapons themselves. “Just don’t geld me.” 
I caressed his abs with my knife. “I wouldn’t dare.” 
It only took three deft slices of my blade to destroy his shirt like he’d done mine. He jerked the remnants off with an indrawn breath so every single muscle on his chest stamped into high tattooed relief.
The electric atmosphere between us transformed from fury to desperate fire. 
Feeling all superior with my more feminine dagger, I bragged, “You see? Bigger doesn’t always mean better.”
Another insidious smirk cut across his bearded face and then he placed his KA-BAR and the two guns onto his dresser within easy reach. 
He never once lost contact with my eyes as his hands moved to the waist of his jeans. 
In mouthwatering slow motion, Kelly popped his jeans open. He shucked them off along with everything else until he stood—hard, tall, inked, and majestic—in front of me.
“Bigger doesn’t mean better?” His eyebrow spiked high then he looked down at himself. “You sure about that?”
I followed the line of his sight as if magnetized. 
And then I felt faint. 

He’s the underboss in his mafia brotherhood, and women have no place in his world. As a good girl with an overprotective dad, she’s been warned against his kind time and again. But when her father’s corruption shatters her world, he all but forces her into the mafioso’s bed.
𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫→ https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B09DGR6W2K
𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸→ https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08YY9VTDS
𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58850675-kelly
𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗯𝘂𝗯→ https://www.bookbub.com/books/kelly-dark-irish-mafia-romance-o-sullivan-brothers-book-2-by-rie-warren

​Guaranteed to make you fall for a hard mafia man . . .
🔪𝟵𝟵𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿. 𝗔𝘃𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲: 𝗢𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟰,𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟭🔪
𝑲𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚(𝑶’𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 #2)
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘
I’m a busy friggin’ man and priority number one is destroying the south-of-the-border 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑠 who’ve been dealing blow on our turf. Then I find out someone who’s supposed to be in our pocket is on the take with this rival cartel, and things go from bad to FUBAR. 
That backstabbing jagoff owes me big. Unfortunately, the only thing he’s got to offer is the one thing I don’t want. His daughter. Now I’m fighting to keep control of our territory and I’ve got to babysit this beautiful, mouthy babe. I’ll keep Marlowe as collateral, and I’ll take what I want, when I want, whether she likes it or not. 
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄
After my dad’s secrets and lies blow up in his face, he bargains with the only priceless gem he has . . .𝑚𝑒. He practically gives me away to none other than Kelly O’Sullivan, a rough-talking mafia man he’s warned me about for years. 
I’m infuriated I’ve been put in this dicey position. It’s my father who should pay the price for his double dealing, not me. It’s impossible. 𝐾𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 is impossible. He’s intimidating. Overbearing. Scary. 𝑆𝑒𝑥𝑦. He dominates me from day one, taking a wrecking ball to my defenses and wreaking havoc with my desires. 
I’m pretty sure I hate him. I definitely don’t trust him. But when the cartel makes it clear they want me too, what other choice do I have?
𝑲𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚 is book 2 in the 𝑶’𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 Irish mafia series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone.

He’s concerned with one thing only: ruling his mafia empire. She’s sworn off men—especially bad ones—for life. Despite their instant hostility, these two are on a hot collision course, and the collateral damage could be catastrophic.
​

LUCKY BLURB:
𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑰𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 (𝑶'𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 #1)


𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺: 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘮𝘦𝘯—𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴—𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘤.


𝗟𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗬


I know all about being down on my luck but, right now, I’m at the top of the mafia food chain, and I don’t intend to let anything, or any woman, get in my way.


Then this broad appears in 𝘮𝘺 casino. Prudence Knight is a straight-up hustler, a card shark who wins hand over fist, and I refuse to be impressed. 


With her smartass attitude combined with the angelic looks, she’s begging to be controlled by a mafia man like me.


I don’t plan on taking it easy on Prue. Sure, she’s been through an ordeal, but now she owes me. I’m gonna find a reason to keep her for as long as she serves my purposes. Because, after years of being under my dad’s despicable rule, the only risks I take are the ones I know will benefit me in the end.


𝗣𝗥𝗨𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗘


I’ve been known to be hardheaded and I’m definitely all about my independence. I bust my butt to earn a living and I have no desire to be any man’s pawn. Not even Lucky O’Sullivan’s.


Oh yeah. I’ve heard of him. Who hasn’t? The rumors, the gossip, the mafia myths. He’s said to be an unrepentant killer, and that might be the least of my worries. I hate him at first sight, and the feeling seems to be mutual until he makes me an offer I really should refuse.


Now I owe him, which makes this arrogant mob boss think he 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 me. I’m getting in too deep, but at what cost? 


𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 is book 1 in the 𝑶’𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 Irish mafia series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone. 


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The Russian Bodyguard: A Dark Mafia Romance (Krasnov Brothers book 3) is blowing readers away!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LCB4DZP 

★✩ 
“What do you get when you cross an overprotective, demanding, controlling alpha male with a feisty, sassy, stubborn princess?...an amazingly entertaining, witty, suspenseful, and steamy mafia romance!” 5 Stars, Goodreads review

“I can’t get enough dark mafia romance and now I can’t get enough of Rie Warren’s dark mafia romance! This series with all its sexy Russian men, beautiful strong women, edge of your seat suspense and sexual chemistry is right up there at the top of my recommendation list.” 5 Stars, Fun Under the Covers Book Blog

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𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
I am her bodyguard.
I’m her only hope.
I’m going to break her, teach her, train her.
​

I cannot stand this prissy brat who practically throws herself at every guy she meets. Yet I’m tasked with babysitting her. The pakhan’s daughter tests my patience, makes me want to break out in uncontrolled violence, or maybe just throw her down to show her what all her teasing does to a real man.


She’s untouchable. Until a Russian rival mafia comes seeking revenge. I’m about to teach the printsessa a lesson she’ll never forget, and I guarantee she’s the one who will be taking my orders from now on.


The Russian Bodyguard is book 3 in the Krasnov Brothers series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes vivid, steamy scenes. Can be read as a standalone.

NSFW EXCERPT
Maksim’s chest heaved as he read me the riot act. “You are fucking impossible.”
“And you are the worst man I could ever have been shackled to!” 
His hand snapping out, he squeezed my cheeks hard. 
I tried not to flinch, but his grip was vise-like. 
Maksim lowered his face to mine, his gunmetal irises just this side of demonic. “I really will beat your ass if you ever attempt to go out on your own again.”
“Do it!”
Releasing my face, he yanked me into his unyielding embrace. His mouth crashed over mine with a fury I’d never tasted before. 
I struggled, kicking at anything I could reach. 
He speared his tongue into my mouth, wildly claiming what he thought was rightfully his. Holding me caged against him, he drove a hand into my hair, angling my neck, trying to conquer me. 
I let out a strangled growl then let the rage and arousal explode out of me. 
Wrath, lust . . . I despised him. 
Desire, rage . . . I wanted some part of him. 
Maksim grunted when I licked between his lips, drawing me up his body so we collided in all the right ways—for once. 
We kissed so ferociously, clawing at each other, practically tearing into one another to get some kind of upper hand out of this pure madness. 
And still the heat roared. 
We broke apart just as forcibly as we’d clashed together, both of us breathing hard. 
“Ihateyou with every single fiber of my being,” I scathed.
“That makes two of us.” A hard sneer crossed his lips that had just been slanted across mine. 
Then, Maksim struck. 
He grabbed both sides of my blazer and ripped it open. Buttons popped off, pinging across the room. I looked down at my ruined leather jacket just as he tore if off my back. 
Breasts thrust against the corset that remained, I saw him through a haze of red when he slung the jacket aside like it was no more than a piece of rubbish. 
I launched back to smack him right across his face, but he captured my wrist in an iron grip. 
He towed me inexorably against him again, and all my feral instincts went into meeting his wild kiss. 
A loud groan thundered from his chest when I rolled my tongue over his then nipped at his bottom lip. His hands roved from my arms to my ass, and he cranked me right against his undeniable erection, which threw me back into that heady spiral of hate and lust. 
His sculpted features came slowly into focus when he drew back. 
A filthy grin the likes of which I’d never seen played across his lips that—goddamn him—had felt perfectly voracious against mine. “Shall I tell you what I’ve been thinking about?”
“What?” All the breath caught in my chest, my voice emerging raspingly. 
His smirk widened. He paced backward a couple of steps. Without taking his eyes off mine, he removed his tie. With a shift of his strong hands, he unbuttoned his shirt from top to bottom. A shrug of ropey shoulders, and he eased the material from his muscular tattooed torso. 
Then his fingers—the ones that had bit into the fleshiness of my ass—dropped to his trousers. 
The belt slithered and hissed like a snake when he removed it. He stepped out of his shoes, toed off his socks, went for the closure of his pants. 
His voice the same gruff timbre as always, he unzipped, saying, “I have been thinking about my cock in your mouth, Sashenka.”