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Russian mail-order bride Van and billionaire mafia boss Ace Hart meet in an unexpected way and fall for each other instantly. They know they can't be together, though --it's too dangerous. But that same danger will keep pushing them together. High-stakes gambling, the Russian mob, Chinese gangsters and a whole host of lively side characters fill up this thrilling romantic story.VANBeing a mail-order bride should be simple. You get in, you get sold, you get out. A ticket out of misery and despair. And what's better, a ticket that someone else pays. But I just couldn't make it work. I was stupid enough to leave the comfort and safety I had found only to wind up falling for the most dangerous man the country.Ace Hart is as handsome as he's powerful, and as dangerous as he's handsome. And I'm attracted to him like a moth to a flame.I know I should keep well away from him, but the situation I'm in keeps pushing us together.And soon there will be no escape. ACEWhen stakes are high, you need rules to survive. And the stakes are very high. Millions at a time. Billions, even. Fortunes made and unmade at a poker table. I have two rules that I live by: No mercy for cheaters. You cheat, you meet my iron hand. And the most important one? Keep my own heart safe no matter the cost.I've managed to enforce both ... until now. But then this pretty foreigner appeares. Just when shit is about to go down everywhere. Love is never convenient, but now? It's suicide. I have to stay away from her, for her own protection.And yet, to protect her, I must be with her. Man, I fucked up real good.This is a romantic novel with no cliffhangers and a happy ending. And action. And sex. And plot twists.

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A billionaire BAD BOY mafia ROMANCE

NATASHA TANNER & MOLLY THORNE

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© 2016 Natasha Tanner, Molly Thorne Eros Shrugged Publishing, 2017 All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the authors’ imagination. Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over. The persons depicted in the photo are models and are not related to the events narrated in this story, which are fictional.

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VAN

Being a mail-order bride should be simple. You get in, you get sold, you get out. A ticket out of misery and despair. And what’s better, a ticket that someone else pays. But I just couldn’t make it work. I was stupid enough to leave the comfort and safety I had found only to wind up falling for the most dangerous man the country.

Ace Hart is as handsome as he’s powerful, and as dangerous as he’s handsome. And I’m attracted to him like a moth to a flame.

I know I should keep well away from him, but the situation I’m in keeps pushing us together. And soon there will be no escape.

ACE

When stakes are high, you need rules to survive. And the stakes are very high. Millions at a time. Billions, even. Fortunes made and unmade at a poker table.

I have two rules that I live by: No mercy for cheaters. You cheat, you meet my iron hand. And the most important one? Keep my own heart safe no matter the cost.

I’ve managed to enforce both... until now. But then this pretty foreigner appears. Just when shit is about to go down everywhere.

Love is never convenient, but now? It’s suicide. I have to stay away from her, for her own protection.

And yet, to protect her, I must be with her.

Man, I fucked up real good.

This is a romantic novel with no cliffhangers and a happy ending. And action. And sex. And plot twists.

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Ever since you’ve been my ace of hearts, hit me like a freight train in the dark...

—Zella Day: Ace of hearts

TABLE OF CONTENTS

1. WRITTEN IN THE CARDS

2. THE BLOODY HAND

3. RULES TO LIVE BY

4. THE RUSSIAN BRIDE

5. RIGHT PLACE, WRONG TIME

6. THE NOTE

7. THE BOSS

8. THE BLONDE BITCH

9. A CALL FROM HOME

10. EMPLOYEE OF THE MONTH

11. ENCOUNTER IN BROOKLYN

12. PROTECTED

13. POKER NIGHT

14. TWO DREAMS

15. MIRROR, MIRROR

16. A REVEAL

17. A FACE IN THE CROWD

18. CENTRAL PARK HER

19. THE READING LIST

20. SECRETS

21. ESCAPE TO ROULETTENBERG

22. WRITTEN IN THE CARDS

23. MONTE CARLO BLUES

24. TAMING THE BEAST

25. A SECOND CHANCE

26. A TRIP TO PANAMA

27. A ROOM WITHOUT A VIEW

28. DESPERATE MEASURES

29. PLAN B

30. THE RUSSIAN BRIDE

1. WRITTEN IN THE CARDS

VAN

Present day

It’s all in the cards. It’s always been.

For most young Russian girls, becoming a mail-order bride is a way to break free, to improve your chances of being happy and succeeding in the world. A ticket out of misery and despair, and what’s better: a ticket that someone else pays.

Then why should it be different for me? I played the same game that all the other girls play. I got in, I got sold, I got out. But I’m not happy. I’ve never been happy. And I think I will never be. It’s like I live in a glitch in the world where happiness is unattainable by design.

I was sold to a really, really nice guy. I wish I could have been happy with him. But it’s just not how fate works. I ended up entangled in the mystery of another man, a bad boy who was made to seize the world and leave a trail of broken hearts behind him.

I’ve had my share of bad boys, but this one, this man I can’t get out of my head, is the worst of them all. A complete jerk from head to toe.

The first time I saw him, there was blood on his hand. The other guy was lying unconscious on the floor, a grayish lump of defeat.

Is this why I came to America? To get involved with the biggest jerk in the country?

This is not what I had in mind when I left Russia. I thought I was leaving it all behind. No more fear, no more despair, no more loneliness. But if I had truly understood all the great Russian writers I love, I’d have known from the start that the cards were already laid down for me. I was made for suffering. Something inside me pushes me into the arms of the most dangerous man I can find.

It’s like an addiction.

This is what I learned from being sold: The problem is not who buys you. The problem is whom you give yourself away to for free.

Well, I gave myself away to a man so tough that he forgot how to love.

My name is Vanina Vokhtazin. And I’m trapped again.

2. THE BLOODY HAND

VAN

Six months ago

At first glance, the pub looked completely empty. A dim blue light bathed the long bar, revealing a myriad of bottles and glasses lined up in a triple row against the wall; otherwise, it was dark. All the tables were empty.

The breeze outside had dried my tears already, but I still had some difficulty focusing, and it took me a while to get used to the darkness. I took a few steps and looked for the barman, but nobody was behind the bar. I kept walking erratically among the tables, the wooden chairs gently grazing the fabric of my dress, and soon realized that the place was bigger than I had thought. Walking past the restrooms and down a few steps, in the back area of the pub, there was a dark corridor, and at the end, a partially open door through which I could glimpse the beginning of a staircase going down, its green texture bathed in the faint glow of a lamp.

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