Are you in the mood for for a Dark reverse harem mafia romance? If so, check out my friend Chloe Kent new release, A Baby for the Bratva.
The Bychkov Bratva needs an heir. Now. They wanted a girl quickly so they chose an orphanage where no one would ask questions.
They planned to use her until she was pregnant. Instead they got twenty-one-year-old American Starla Anderson. When the Russian Mafia invades the orphanage where she lives, in the middle of the night, throwing the nuns who raised her, into a petrified frenzy, it’s Starla who is chosen as the only one who could possibly survive the Bratva and their demands.
But in spite of her own fear of the three massive, glowering and scary men, Starla has to think and act fast. With her heart thundering in her chest, her body on fire at their presence alone, she sees an opportunity, something that might help the other girls at the impoverished orphanage at a chance of a better life. She lays out her only condition. Her body for a fee… Except… No one says no to the Bratva.
Publisher’s Note: This reverse harem, dark romance is intended for adults only. It contains elements of mystery, suspense, ménage, sensual scenes, adult language, power exchange and a guaranteed HEA. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
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Not sure? Read a sneak peek to decide for yourself!
She couldn’t look at them. Didn’t want to be seen by them. But there was nowhere to hide her shame, her total lack of control. It hung in the air and clung to her skin like a scarlet letter. She’d orgasmed during what Mikhail had told her time and again was a routine exam, he certainly did not try to seduce her. None of them did. In fact, they treated her anything but romantically. It was a professional clinical examination, but she had melted under their gazes, burned with their touch, and didn’t have any kind of experience that could have helped her stop her body from reacting to them the way it had.
How was she supposed to face them now? She had come across as haughty, indignant, prideful, and now… now she was reduced to nothing more than a woman who had come when they touched her—it didn’t even matter why they were touching, just that they did.
From the moment they had slipped into her gaze on entering Sister Nadya’s office, her body had suffered the onslaught of their maleness, of their scary power and their blatant intentions toward her. And she had given in to that struggle against her better judgment. Three strange men she couldn’t tell apart from a blob of clay, that’s how little she knew them which amounted to absolutely nothing.
The atmosphere around her felt doused with fuel. And the tension from their own bodies set the air to fire. She couldn’t tell anything by their expressions. She just wanted the Earth to swallow her up and keep her there. Forever.
The sound of Mikhail’s fingers leaving her body deafened her. He had waited until the last of her spasms had died down. Her wetness was unmistakable now. The scent of her arousal undeniable.
Still breathing raggedly, she covered her face with her hands, shutting her thighs as soon she was released. The sound of Mikhail removing the gloves to which her wetness had clung, hammered another nail of disgrace into her.
“Get dressed,” Dimitry ordered. Did she imagine the roughness in his voice had taken on a kind of soft hoarseness? That he sounded strained?
She was too abased to argue, to fight, to rebel. Shakily she removed herself from the cot, grateful that the three of them had formed a circle and now spoke softly amongst themselves. Their attention wasn’t on her, thankfully.
Slipping into her underwear, she didn’t recognize her body as her own. She felt different. Not herself. Her body had betrayed her and didn’t seem to want to stop. As long as she was in their presence, could inhale their scent, her skin tingled, her nipples swelled and her… her… pussy ached for something she couldn’t even name.
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Chloe Kent has been hooked on romance since her teens and couldn’t wait to grow up and write her own romance novels. Her spirited heroines usually require at least two… sometimes more incredibly hot heroes to keep her happy and that's exactly how Chloe writes them.
Her favorite pastimes include her husband, her dog, and books. Her biggest fear is running out of coffee or her imagination.
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