Fractured Ties by Bethany-Kris is a standalone Boykov Bratva Mafia Romance. Romantic Suspense/Organized Crime Romance. It's available Now, so what are you waiting for go get your copy today!! Keep reading for excerpt & giveaway!
Title: Fractured Ties: Boykov Bratva
Author: Bethany-Kris
Genre: Organized Crime/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 8, 2020
Everything comes with a price.
Kolya Boykov isn’t afraid to die—he’s already been dead for a long time.
All it takes is one look at her from across the bar, and Kolya comes to life again. She’s fragile and beautiful and caged. Taking her was the last thing he should have done, but he’s never wanted anything like he wants Maya. As the son of a Bratva boss, no one can stop him from having her.
Maya Kozlov wishes she was invisible—mistreated and unloved, they never let her forget it.
All it takes is a few words from him, and Maya’s life is turned upside down all over again. He’s cold and harsh and terrifying. She should have run the first chance she could, but that’s the thing about Kolya; he makes her want to stay. As the unwanted daughter of a dead man, she just wants to be happy.
There’s only one problem. It’s more than just Kolya who wants to keep Maya forever. Family, legacy, and the mafia … nothing will stand in their way.
The cost of this betrayal is high. What will be the price?
Note: Fractured Ties is a standalone Boykov Bratva Mafia Romance.
Found her! Kolya’s head snapped up at the voice filtering into the office from the hallway. The feminine shouts and Russian curses that accompanied Anatoly’s victorious declaration made Kolya’s heart stop for a split-second. And then there she was.
There she was. Being dragged in by Anatoly, there she fucking was. All five feet of her, pissed off, messy black hair, and her pixie-like face screwed into a mask of indignation and rage.
Anatoly shoved Maya Kozlov further into the room and made her stumble over her own two feet. The sudden swell of rage that washed over Kolya at the sight was unbelievable, and hardly fucking containable.
It was also shocking enough to keep him rooted right to the fucking floor. Fuck you, she spat at Anatoly. Anatoly only laughed at her. Zatknis, Maya. You should have run, you stupid girl.
Then, to Kolya, and entirely unaware how close to death he was as he moved closer to the window, and further away from the shaking girl, Anatoly added, There’s your payment right there—she’s worth four times what anything you’ve found is worth, Kolya.
Vadim would agree, and I know the man Ivan owes money to has been suggesting he’d take the offer of her—or a fucking taste of her—to wipe away the account he had with him.
Kolya’s throat tightened. A bitter taste filled his mouth. Hatred thickened his blood. Anatoly, still unaware, continued on with, We both know Vadim would rather have something like this place to keep making him money, comrade.
It’s a one-time deal with her—this place is a goldmine. Consider it. But … but, no, Maya whispered. Kolya’s gaze drifted to the woman who seemed shell-shocked and suddenly terrified.
Like all of the fight she had just shown was gone from her personality just like that. And the tears. Holy sweet baby Jesus in heaven … the tears. They welled in her eyes.
Tracked lines down her cheeks. Touched her lips. The fucking tears! How dare he fucking make her cry like that?
There she was. Being dragged in by Anatoly, there she fucking was. All five feet of her, pissed off, messy black hair, and her pixie-like face screwed into a mask of indignation and rage.
Anatoly shoved Maya Kozlov further into the room and made her stumble over her own two feet. The sudden swell of rage that washed over Kolya at the sight was unbelievable, and hardly fucking containable.
It was also shocking enough to keep him rooted right to the fucking floor. Fuck you, she spat at Anatoly. Anatoly only laughed at her. Zatknis, Maya. You should have run, you stupid girl.
Then, to Kolya, and entirely unaware how close to death he was as he moved closer to the window, and further away from the shaking girl, Anatoly added, There’s your payment right there—she’s worth four times what anything you’ve found is worth, Kolya.
Vadim would agree, and I know the man Ivan owes money to has been suggesting he’d take the offer of her—or a fucking taste of her—to wipe away the account he had with him.
Kolya’s throat tightened. A bitter taste filled his mouth. Hatred thickened his blood. Anatoly, still unaware, continued on with, We both know Vadim would rather have something like this place to keep making him money, comrade.
It’s a one-time deal with her—this place is a goldmine. Consider it. But … but, no, Maya whispered. Kolya’s gaze drifted to the woman who seemed shell-shocked and suddenly terrified.
Like all of the fight she had just shown was gone from her personality just like that. And the tears. Holy sweet baby Jesus in heaven … the tears. They welled in her eyes.
Tracked lines down her cheeks. Touched her lips. The fucking tears! How dare he fucking make her cry like that?
©Bethany-Kris 2020
Bethany-Kris is a Canadian author, lover of much, and mother to four young sons, one cat, and two dogs. A small town in Eastern Canada where she was born and raised is where she has always called home.
With her boys under her feet, snuggling cat, barking dogs, and a hubby calling over his shoulder, she is nearly always writing something … when she can find the time.
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