Chosen by the Bratva

Three days before her wedding, Ava Sinclair found her fiancé in bed with her maid of honor. Soshe took the honeymoon anyway - alone, halfway around the world, where nobody knew hername or her humiliation.She wasn’t looking for a man. She definitely wasn’t looking for him.Nikolai Volkov doesn’t ask for things. He decides. One night with the quiet American with thesad eyes and the bare ring finger, and something in him goes very still - the way it goes stillright before he ends a life. Except this time, the feeling isn’t violence.It’s ownership.Ava tells herself it’s a fling. Sun and skin and forgetting. Then the week ends, Nikolai’s plane iswaiting, and she finally learns what she’s been touching: a man who rules the Bratva with aclosed fist, whose enemies count his weaknesses like debts owed - and who has just handedthem her.Nikolai spent his whole life making sure he never wanted anything badly enough to be usedagainst him.Now he wants her.So the rules change. Anyone who looks at Ava too long stops looking at anything.She should run. She’s smart enough to run. But she’s beginning to understand she wasn’tchosen the way a woman is chosen - she was chosen the way territory is. Taken, held, anddefended down to the last man standing.And God help her, some reckless part of her wants to be kept.Chosen by the Bratva is a scorching dark mafia romance with an obsessive antihero, a heroinewho finds her spine, and a happily ever after worth bleeding for. Book One of The VolkovRussian Mafia.