Mafia 7-Ebook Romance Bundle

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ "Buckle up. This is a wild ride. Dangerous men, alphas personified, insanely possessive, oh so gorgeous, and brooding! All the makings of a three Ds story (dark, delicious, and dirty). There is suspense, betrayal, death, darkness, secrets revealed, violence, hope, forgiveness, and even love (ALL THINGS TO EXPECT FROM THE MAFIA WORLD)." - Review

☑️ Cruel Promise
☑️ Brutal Ruin
☑️ Vicious Revenge
☑️ Dirty Game
☑️ Nasty Bet
☑️ Filthy Deal
☑️ Foolish Dare

Cruel Promise

Most fathers do not gamble all their money away, then appease the notorious Alekseev brothers by promising their daughter in exchange for their debts.
Most daughters are more lucky than I am, because my father did exactly this.
I, Charleigh Gates, am bound to three Bratva hitmen in the cruelest of trades, headed to auction to pay for my father’s sins.
My virginity will be bartered away in a wicked and sordid exchange to erase my father’s debts.
I will be ruined. Disposed of. At the mercy of these men. Payment for a debt to be settled.
While their menacing presence surrounds me and their icy gazes pierce my soul, I vow not to let them crush me. In an act of rebellion, a middle finger to these men who care nothing for me, I vow to escape. I don’t know when. I don’t know how. Just that I will.
I may die trying, but I’ll also die if I don’t.

Brutal Ruin

In a world that makes sense, I would hate the three Alekseev brothers.
And yet… because nothing about my life does make sense, I see them in a surprising light.
This leaves me with a glimmer of… something.
Is it passion? Desire? Lust?
Hope?
All while I’m faced with the unlikeliest of horrors.
Ashamed as I am, I crave them with a longing that reaches into every corner of my being.
They represent my deepest fears and darkest dreams, and yet have become my sanctuary. A beacon in the darkness.
The darkness of a pawn caught in treacherous dealings with dangerous adversaries.
Powerful forces seek to tear Vadik, Kir, and Niko apart, and do even worse to me.
Only they can keep me safe.
The three men whose hands claimed me first. Who touched me first.
Who gave birth to the very nightmares that haunt me.
But who are also my hopes and dreams.
Without them, I will perish, and not only at the hand of their rivals.

Vicious Revenge
Our enemies have set a trap to break their own necks. And dug their own graves.
I am ready for them.
We are ready for them.
In this treacherous world, I am no longer a solitary pawn, powerless in a game I never chose.
Shoulder-to-shoulder with me are the three Alekseev brothers—Vadik, Kir, and Niko. We are connected through shared pain, its weight bringing us closer every day.
The desire I feel for these men is rivaled only by the searing hate I have for our enemies.
In this brutal universe, these brothers, my unlikely companions, are my salvation.
And possibly my demise.
Regardless, I’ll stop at nothing to avenge what our enemies took from me.
There is no turning back.
Only revenge.
The merciless, vicious, unforgiving kind.
I’m as savage and cutthroat as everyone around me, just as the Alekseevs trained me to be.
Amidst this, their love has become my true north, a reminder that even in this messed up world, they ride beside me through the tumultuous reality of our lives, lending strength to my cause and magnifying my thirst for revenge.

I bury my head into the crook of one of their shoulders and lower myself, instantly transported away from the deviant life that’s sucked me into its clutches, and toward a sort of nirvana, however temporary, where suffering either disappears or never actually existed to begin with.
I raise and lower my hips until my p*ssy is full, and the only sounds are our breaths and the breeze in the oak tree above us, and I’m floating through the headiness of my approaching orgasm. In a moment of lucidity, I wish life could be like this all the time, all day and night where mothers don’t die, fathers don’t gamble, little sisters are happy, and the love of three men doesn’t make my head spin.

ECHO
I remember when I thought a hundred dollars was all the money in the world.
It wasn’t that long ago, really.
And there I was, admiring the beauty of a crisp hundred in my hand, smooth with that powdery texture fresh bills had. I stuffed the ‘Benjamin’—that’s what people around here called a hundred dollar bill—deep in my pocket before anyone on the street spotted it in my possession, and tugged on the hem of my windbreaker to cover my short skirt.
My very short skirt.
Just because I was a cocktail waitress, where I wore skirts so short the cheeks of my ass dipped in and out of view, didn’t mean I wanted everyone on the street to see my goods.
No, those were reserved for the paying customers of Loaded Dice, one of Las Vegas’s seedier strip joints.
Like many places in Vegas, Loaded Dice was open around the clock. Once inside the joint, thanks to the dim lighting and absence of windows, you’d never know what time of day it was. Which was the whole idea.
You could party twenty-four seven and never be distracted by the annoying thought that maybe you shouldn’t be doing tequila shots at eight in the morning.
Las Vegas was designed to keep people unbothered by the propriety that ruled their lives elsewhere. It’s why people visited. Rules, responsibilities, and even respectability were left at home, or if not at home, at least in the suitcase in your room. And what happened in Vegas—well, everyone knew how that saying went.
When I’d first come to Vegas, I’d gotten a job at a shitty little pawnshop. Christ, the stories I could tell about that place—the down-and-out folks who came in, desperate to sell whatever they owned for some quick cash, usually to be gambled away in the casinos and then lost as fast as they got it.
Lucky for me, the folks who owned the pawnshop also owned Loaded Dice, and after I proved myself a reliable employee, they let me move over there, where I hoped to make some big-ass tips. So far, so good. I’d only been there a couple weeks, but it seemed like a lucrative gig.
But two weeks was long enough to get to know some of the club’s regulars, like the twin brothers Luca and Leo Borroni. I didn’t know a damn thing about them except they seemed to stop by almost daily, and they were so fucking good-looking that when they walked in, everyone—women and men—stopped what they were doing to watch them walk by.
I had no idea what they did for work, but in a place like Vegas, you don’t ask a lot of questions, especially when someone’s a good tipper. I learned that early on. You just wait on them with a smile and remember to always say thank you.
“Well, if it isn’t the lovely Echo,” Luca had said that morning when I served his club soda and his brother’s scotch.
Funny that identical twins drank such different beverages. I mean, there would have been no telling the two guys apart if Luca didn’t have facial hair and Leo wasn’t completely clean-shaven.
Otherwise, they were exactly the same. Glittering hazel eyes, heavy brows, and strong, masculine jaws. Their thick black hair brushed back in a way that indicated they made some effort, but also that they didn’t try too hard.
The very definition of manliness, if you asked me.
But what did I know? I just brought the guys their drinks and offered polite small talk.
* * *

Mafia romance
Forced proximity
Captivity
Possessive alpha heroes
Enemies to lovers
Revenge
Danger and darkness
Brotherhood & loyalty

So, you’ve heard whispers about this thing called Why Choose and you're wondering what the hell it is. Buckle up, babe.

Why Choose romance (also known as reverse harem) is where the heroine doesn’t pick between the hot billionaire, the tattooed bad boy, or the sensitive artist—she keeps all of them. Yep. One woman. Multiple love interests. No drama about who’s The One. Because why suffer through heartbreak when you can have a whole damn buffet?

In Why Choose, the heroine is front and center. She's adored, worshipped, protected—and yeah, probably ruined in the best possible way—by a crew of men who are usually wildly different from each other but all obsessed with her. Think about it this way: possessive, dirty-talking alpha types, emotionally available cinnamon rolls, enemies who eventually join the team... you get the picture.

It's steamy romance on steroids. And trust me, it’s not about being indecisive—it’s about being indulgent. You want jealous outbursts, group tension, angsty slow burns, and seriously NSFW scenes that might short-circuit your e-reader? Welcome to the club.

I’m Mika Lane, and this is kind of my thing. I write the sexy stuff your mother warned you about—only with more plot twists and hotter men per chapter. From rockers to brooding professors to daddy’s best friends, my heroines always get the best of all worlds.

1) Purchase ebooks and receive instant download link from BookFunnel
2) Start reading, enjoy, then choose your next book!