Nicole Fox

It started with the mile high club. It ended with a fake marriage and his baby in my belly. I thought it was just a hookup on an airplane. Let’s be cute and call it a “one-flight-stand.” Or we could be more accurate and call it what it really was: The day that ruined my life. Aleksandr Makarova sure looked the part of the knight in shining armor. Tall, rich, with eyes that promised all kinds of delicious things. Not to mention, a body that delivered on those promises. It was the craziest moment of my life. But when the flight landed, Aleks disappeared. I tried to pretend it didn’t hurt my feelings. Back to my boring old reality, right? The problem was, Aleks wasn’t really gone. And when I stepped one toe in my house and saw what he’d done to my family, I realized… He wasn’t going away anytime soon.

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. A.k.a., my ex-boyfriend. A.k.a., 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. Kolya has a plan for how to handle them. And Kolya just leaned down, smelling like vanilla and sin, and whispered seven little words in my ear. From now on, you belong to me.

I found my angel. Then I broke her wings. Alexis should’ve never set foot in my world. Men like me stain girls like her. We take their innocence and tear it to shreds. She thinks she’s tough. She thinks she can handle me. But she doesn’t know just how deep my darkness goes. It was for the best that I claimed her for a night and left her behind. Anything more than that would have been cruel. I thought I’d seen the last of Alexis Wright. So imagine my surprise two years later when the door to my office opens… And she walks in. The girl I ravaged. The girl I devoured. Now that’s she’s in front of me again, I have just two questions for her: First—what is she doing here? And second… What does she mean, “our baby”?

I’m in love with my boss. He doesn’t even know I exist. … Until today. My name is Rowan St. Clair. For five years, I’ve tried to pretend I’m not head over heels for a man I can never Vincent Akopov—gorgeous, ruthless, and completely out of my league. But one fateful errand changes everything. When I walk in on him thoroughly “occupied” with another woman, I expect embarrassment. Instead, I get a saucy wink that sets my body on fire. And the next day? A promotion I never asked for. "Congratulations, Ms. St. Clair. You're my new personal assistant." Suddenly, I'm thrust into Vincent's world—Park Avenue penthouses, private jets, and a boss whose meetings put the "DIC" in "dictation." He tests my limits. Filthy promises whispered in my ear in the middle of a boardroom, explicit Polaroids left in unexpected places, sneaky gropes in dark hallways… And I push back. Sexts send both ways, after all. Our game escalates with each passing day. There's just one to inherit his father's empire, Vince needs a wife. So guess who gets to accompany him on every awkward get-to-know-you date? Me—sitting beside him, trying to ignore his hands wandering up my skirt while he interviews potential brides. I tell myself it's just physical. Just temporary. Just a fantasy that will end when reality comes knocking. And reality does indeed knock— In the form of two pink lines on a pregnancy test.

When is the worst time to tell someone he’s going to be a father? Probably the day of the wedding… When he is getting married to someone else. Well, that is exactly what I did. But my hands were tied. Literally. Matvey Groza is a dangerous man. And nine months ago, he strolled into my shop looking for a custom suit. But when I accidentally walked in on him in the changing room, *I* was the one that ended up needing a new set of clothes. It was a one-time mistake. After that… good riddance. But the pregnancy test I took a month later had other plans. I kept it a secret from everyone. Or so I thought. But when Matvey’s enemies learned that I was pregnant with his child, they kidnapped me and held me hostage. Until I broke free and ran as fast as I could. And I had no one else to turn to but the devil himself. What better time for me to enter the church… … than as the pastor says, “Speak now or forever hold your peace"?

He filled my head with lies. Then he set my world on fire. Gavril Vaknin. Richer than God. Crueler than the devil. And if he has his way… My new fake husband. 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? But Gavril is hiding secrets. Cloaked in lies. Stepping into his world is a one-way ticket to a hell I won’t survive. Did I do the right thing? Or did I just sell my soul to a monster?

What would you do if you walked in on your husband cheating? I'll tell you what I did: Ran out the door with nothing but the clothes on my back. A month later, I'm broke, jobless, almost homeless. But then, while filling in as a waitress at a fancy restaurant, I trip and land in the lap of a gorgeous stranger. One thing leads to another and we end up hooking up. Afterwards, he leaves. That's the end of that... right? WRONG. Because the next day, my temp agency sets me up for a job that seems too good to be true. But when I arrive for the interview, my jaw drops. It's the stranger. Turns out he's rich. Like, very rich. And powerful. Like, very powerful. And here's his offer: "Live in my house. Be my wife. Have my baby." Needless to say, I start to freak out. I stand up and stammer, "Um, I'll have to get back to you..." And he replies: "You're misunderstanding. It wasn't a question. You're not going anywhere."

This is my story of how to lose a mob boss in ten days. I have a I’ve been arranged to marry a monster. Run away? Good idea. Tried that. Didn’t work. Because in my family, my father makes the rules. And he says this wedding is happening . But he still has a soft spot for me, his last remaining daughter. So he offers me a deal. Take ten days. Get to know Sasha. See if you change your mind. Yeah, right. Sasha Ozerov is a beast in Brioni. He’s ruthless, flawless, utterly unconcerned with mortals like me. All he wants is what our marriage would bring My family’s power and the city in the palm of his hand. But maybe, if I can make him back out of the deal… I’ll keep my freedom. So I set out to do everything I can to drive him crazy. I have ten days to make my husband hate me. What happens if I start to love him instead?

I walked into the wrong hotel room... To a naked man fresh out of the shower. Now, I’m pregnant with his baby. I should’ve left as soon as I saw him. He was too beautiful to be real. I got halfway to the door… And then he saw exactly what I was trying to hide. “Who hurt you?” he said when he glimpsed the bruises. “Let me fix it.” I should’ve said no. But honestly? I deserve a little luck from the universe. And if it wants to provide that luck in the form of a gorgeous, six-foot angel of darkness… Well, I won’t turn my nose up at that. But nothing in this life comes without strings attached. My angel gives me a night from heaven… When morning comes, though, he turns into a devil. And not just any devil. This devil knows where I’m from. Who I am. What I’ve done. And he’s determined to make me pay for all of it.

I got pregnant from a one-night-stand. I wasn’t going to tell the father… Until I walked into the office and found out he’s my new boss. Here’s some advice: Don’t sleep with your boss. Here’s some more: Don’t sleep with your married boss. And while I’m at it: Don’t sleep with your married, dangerous, billionaire, completely-incapable-of-feeling boss, because all he’s going to do is break your heart and your body and leave you to cry in the ashes. But I’ve never been good at taking my own advice. In my defense, I didn’t know that Nikolai Zhukova was any of those things when we met. I just thought he was the gray-eyed sinner in first class. And when I started having a panic attack at the sudden turbulence, I thought he was the kind soul calming me down. But Nikolai is the farthest thing from kind. He’s cruel, he’s powerful, he’s arrogant. And now, according to the test in my hand… He’s the father of my baby.

My gorgeous neighbor just found my box of "personal toys." And my mission to steal them back... Ended in his bed. It was supposed to be a Give my best friend raunchy toys for her bridal shower and embarrass her in front of her family. But when my package is wrongly delivered to my gorgeous, mysterious neighbor, I’m the one who ends up mortified. I sneak over to his place to try stealing it back before he finds it. The problem is, I get caught mid-heist... And then he makes me stay for dinner. Dinner leads to dessert and dessert leads to... other dessert, if you get my drift. Several courses of sweet, sinful temptation. In my defense, he's even more gorgeous up close than he is from my bedroom window. When I finally get back home the next morning, I open my stolen prize. But it seems I grabbed the wrong package. And the violent mess I find inside will change my life forever. Turns out my hot neighbor is a Russian Bratva boss, with some deep, dark secrets. Turns out he got me pregnant, too.

I just crashed my car in the middle of nowhere. Luckily for me, someone showed up to save me. Unluckily for me, that person is a runaway criminal. Daniil Vlasov. He’s six and a half feet of blue-eyed broodiness. He won’t tell me a single thing about who he is or what he’s doing out here. But it doesn’t take a genius to realize this man screams danger. I do the only thing I can do: play along. That’s how I end up as his fake fiancé. That’s how I end up camping in the woods on a fake honeymoon. That’s how I end up in his arms—experiencing something that is extremely NOT fake, if you know what I mean. And then, in the morning… He’s gone. Or so I thought. But ten years later, there he is again: my husband for a night. And—although he doesn’t know it yet… The father of our baby.

The stranger who saved my life is officially my new boss. Now, I’m stuck in a house with him and his BABY... Until I find a way to get both of us out. He’s a CEO. A Bratva don. My new boss... And now, my prison warden. Timofey Viktorov has no problems blackmailing me into his deal. Live in my mansion … Care for my baby … “No” is not an option . There’s only one way out of this Uncover the secrets he’s hiding and blackmail him right back.. But the longer I’m in his house, the harder things get. He’s getting closer. The ice is getting thinner. Sooner or later, it’s going to crack.

I spent the night with a stranger… Who got me pregnant… And turned out to be my boss… Whoops, sorry, did I say “boss”? I meant a MOB boss. 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. It got me champagne that tasted like starlight. Satin sheets as soft as a dream. And a man with silver eyes who showed me how it felt to come undone. And then, in the morning… He was gone. That’s I needed to get my life together anyway. After all, my ex-not-quite-husband (it’s a long story) just emptied all our bank accounts and disappeared, taking my home and my money and my job with him. So I’m starting from a blank slate. I find myself a new apartment. A new job. And I put both Misha and my husband behind me. At least, I thought I did. Until Day 1 of orientation. When I learn that Misha Orlov is my new boss. That’s bad enough. What’s worse is what came next. A car crash. A doctor’s appointment. And two pieces of unsettling news. Congratulations, the doctor says. You’re pregnant. Congratulations, Misha says. You and I are getting married.

THERE’S A LIAR IN MY BED AND A BABY ON MY DOORSTEP. My soldiers threw Charlotte at my feet and told me what she was: A thief. A liar. A sneak. I chained her in the cell beneath my mansion with a plan to get rid of her at dawn. But something made me change my mind. That something? A little girl arriving on my doorstep, desperate and alone… With a note in her hand that changes everything. “This is your daughter. Her mother is dead. She’s your responsibility now.” Now, I need a nanny for the daughter I never knew I had. Lucky for me, I’ve got the perfect solution… And she’s locked up in my cellar as we speak.

What’s more embarrassing than a butt dial? Butt dialing your boss… And leaving a dirty voicemail when you’re uhh… “thinking” about them. Working as Ruslan Oryolov’s personal assistant is the job from hell. After a long day spent tending to the billionaire’s every whim, I need some stress relief. So when I get home that night, that’s exactly what I do. Problem is, my thoughts are still stuck on the bosshole who’s ruining my life. That’s fine—because of all Ruslan’s many sins, being gorgeous might be the most dangerous. Tonight, fantasies of him are just what I need to push me over the edge. But when I look down at my phone squished next to me, There it is. A voicemail for 7 minutes and 32 seconds…

One wardrobe malfunction. Two people who don’t belong together. Three awful “Be my wife.” Everyone else is at this party to marry the host. I’m only here until I can get a ride home. When my dress rips in the world’s worst-timed wardrobe malfunction, I go find somewhere quiet to fix it. So I’m standing there in nothing but my heels when, As my luck would have it, the door opens… And the man of the hour walks in. I wish I could say I played it cool. But it’s been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit… Much less the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers. But Ivan has other ideas. He’s decided who he’s taking to the altar… And I don’t have a choice but to say “I do.”

It's the first look on my wedding day. I turn... but my husband isn't there. Instead, I see the stranger who ruined my life. Here's the story: Six years ago, I was on the worst first date in history. A blind date with some jerk who wouldn't take no for an answer. The handsome stranger swooped in. Saved me. And sat down to finish the date. I thought it was crazy. But we had insane chemistry. We got to talking, one thing led to another, we ended up in the restaurant bathroom, and... You know. I got pregnant. He disappeared. Life: ruined. I tried to move on. For six years, I thought I succeeded. But now, out of nowhere, he's back--on my wedding day, of all days. Saying things that don't make any sense. "Your fiancé isn't who you thought he was... I'm not letting you marry him..." And, worst of all... "You're marrying me instead."

My BFF sent the hot stranger a voice note... Of me saying I want to climb him like a tree. And he just. Texted. Back. It's the dog's fault, really. If this untrained Great Dane I'm walking had any manners at all, I never would've ended up With my leash wrapped around the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. Lucky for me, the guy is a good sport about it. (Although his joke that “Dogs take after their owners” hits a little too close to home when Rufus starts humping his leg.) He leaves me with his business card and a smile that makes my knees weak. I'm still pinching myself as me and the bestie resume our walk. “Methinks you had a little crush on him,” she accuses. Not thinking and a little flustered by the whole experience, I reply, “I’d wrap my legs around his waist tighter than that leash.” THAT'S when she reveals that she'd been recording my response. THAT'S when she gives me the most devilish grin I've ever seen and says, “You're welcome.” And THAT'S when she hands me my phone and reveals... She sent the recording to him. My heart is in my throat as those three little dots appear… Then a text. “PROVE IT.”

My baby’s father wants me dead. I didn’t ask to carry a mobster’s baby. But he never gave me a choice. The man who gave me my son stole my innocence in return. And now, his Bratva brother is coming to finish what he started. Viktor Kornilov is a cold-blooded beast. His name alone makes my blood run cold. But his cruel touch makes my heart beat faster and faster. We’re trapped in a high-stakes game of lies and violence. One wrong move, and he’ll take my son away. So when he gives me his sinful offer —become his fake wife or become his latest victim— The only answer I can give is yes.

"Fifty Shades of Grey" meets "The Bear" — From Amazon bestselling author Nicole Fox comes a billionaire office, mafia-lite romance. I tried to quit. My boss said no. When you work for billionaire restaurateur Bastian Hale, every day is an exercise in endurance. He screams at you in front of half the staff? Endure. He tears your work to bits and tells you to start again? Endure. He surprises you shirtless in the office late one night? Endure... then go home and die of embarrassment. I've endured six years of Bastian Hale. I can endure anything. ... Until my doctor tells me I'm going blind in ninety days. Suddenly, enduring isn't the goal anymore. Living is. Seeing everything I can before the lights go out forever. And that means one thing: quitting the job that's consumed my entire adult life. There's just one problem: Bastian doesn't accept my resignation. Instead, he shreds my letter to pieces... Offers me a million dollars to stay... And vows to make my last ninety days of sight worth remembering. The man is arrogant. Brutal. Cold as the walk-in freezer. But his hands are warm. And in the dark, he teaches me things my eyes never could. I wanted one last look at the light. I got a taste of the dark instead. TASTE OF THE DARK is Book 1 of Bastian and Eliana’s story. Their romance concludes in Book 2, TASTE OF THE LIGHT. TROPES: Billionaire hero Chef / foodie vibes Enemies-to-lovers Boss/employee office romance Forced proximity Contract / fake relationship Forbidden relationship Morally gray, tattooed, reformed bad boy Disability (blind heroine) Bucket list romance Mafia-lite

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. We were never meant to be. But fate wouldn’t take no for an answer. A one-night-stand lit the fire. An unexpected baby turned it into an inferno. Now, we’re both trapped by the flames. Trapped in this dance. Trapped in the darkness. She says she’s not afraid of me. But the more she learns, The more she realizes… She should be.

My new boss is gorgeous, arrogant, and filthy rich. The only problem? He doesn't know he's also the father of my baby. Six years ago, I was supposed to get married. But the night before the wedding, my groom-to-be showed me sides of himself I'd never seen before. I might've died in that hotel room... If Mikhail Novikov hadn't burst in to save me. Handsome, strong, capable knight in shining armor—sign me up, right? WRONG. Because Mikhail wasn't just the hero I never knew I needed... He was also way more dangerous than I ever could've known. But for one night, I let myself do something I never should've done. It was worth it—several times over, if you catch my drift. In the morning, though, I did the reasonable I RAN. For six years, I keep running. Until I walk into work one day, and find my new boss waiting in my office. Guess who? And guess what he does when finds out about our baby?

What's worse than being dragged to a wedding? Finding out the groom is your ex. And he’s still not over you. Yulian Lozhkin was crafted by the Good Lord Himself. Stormy-gray eyes. GQ stubble. Cheesegrater abs. Too bad he's one of the most dangerous, powerful men in the city. He needs a fake fiancé to seal the deal that will crown him king. And I need his help to get my son the special care he needs. So I make a deal to be his date for the night. But imagine my surprise when we arrive at the ceremony and I see who's getting married... MY EX. And as the wedding unfolds, I realize just how not over me he is. I broke up with him for good reason. Namely, he’s a terrible person. Him awkwardly hitting on me in front of his wife-to-be explains it all. But Yulian needs to close this deal and stay. And I can s*ck it up for one night for my son’s well-being. Which brings me to maybe the worst moment of my entire life… When the pastor asks, “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” And my ex says, “No… I want HER instead.”

“What do you mean, ‘You gave me the wrong sperm sample’?!” But the doctor says he isn’t joking. Instead of being my sister's surrogate... I'm accidentally carrying my boss's baby. A few months ago, I agreed to be my sister's surrogate. Then she died in an unsolved accident. I swore I'd keep her child and raise it on my own. But as it turns out, there was a mix-up at the clinic. Instead of carrying my future nephew... I learned I'm pregnant with my boss’s child. But Dmitri isn't just my boss. He's also the one who killed my sister in the first place.

I’LL LOCK HER IN A GILDED CAGE AND THROW AWAY THE KEY. The night we met, she thought she was tasting freedom. I devoured her once and left before I even knew her name. Four months later, Bratva business leads me to the house of my enemy with one objective: Burn it down and kill everyone inside. That’s exactly what I plan to do… Until I find her cowering before me. The innocent girl from the club. My beautiful caged bird. I’m not here to save her—I’m here to ruin her. But something stops me in my tracks. Something I never expected. Did she say that’s my baby in her womb?