A Baby for the Bratva
by Chloe Kent
Published by: Blushing Books Publications
Publication date: October 2nd 2019
Genres: Adult, Reverse Harem, Romance
They wanted a girl quickly so they chose an orphanage where no one would ask questions.
They planned to use her until she was pregnant…
Instead they got twenty-one-year-old American Starla Anderson.
When the Russian Mafia invades the orphanage where she lives, in the middle of the night, throwing the nuns who raised her, into a petrified frenzy, it’s Starla who is chosen as the only one who could possibly survive the Bratva and their demands.
But in spite of her own fear of the three massive, glowering and scary men, Starla has to think and act fast…
With her heart thundering in her chest, her body on fire at their presence alone, she sees an opportunity, something that might help the other girls at the impoverished orphanage at a chance of a better life. She lays out her only condition.
Her body for a fee…
No one says no to the Bratva.
The room seemed to steam up. She never thought she would ever feel warm again let alone hot but now the deathly cold winter’s night couldn’t even penetrate her skin. She was burning up, too hot to touch… And she had promised to behave.
In reply he squeezed a little harder, the heat of his body poured onto her, the scent of him, his cologne, his power seeped into her skin and panicked her senses. She couldn’t understand the wave of heat rushing through her body or how her curiosity in him spiked the woman in her.
The atmosphere around her felt doused with fuel. And the tension from their own bodies set the air to fire. She couldn’t tell anything by their expressions. She just wanted the earth to swallow her up and keep her there. Forever.
The way he said her name caught her off guard. She wanted him to say it again and again and again. She wanted to hear her name from Mikhail’s lips. She wanted to hear Nikolay say her name, his mouth caressing the syllables of her name just like she wanted him to caress her with heat and not ice. How she craved to hear her name fall from their lips.
What was wrong with her? They were the enemy.
“Turn around,” he said pronouncing every word in Russian.
Starla had run out of things to say and think and so she did the only thing she was capable of doing. She stuck her tongue out at him. Like really hard.
“Do that one more time.” He dared.
And so she did.
And he, this massive hulking form of a man, maybe twice and half her size, moved with the lightning speed of a cheetah and clamped his teeth down on her tongue stuck out between her lips.
He stunned her into utter silence, shocked her to her core, and destroyed her mind. If she was lost for thought before, now every cognitive facility she had curled up and died.
But then Mikhail released her and Dimitry, handling her as if she weighed a feather, swung her around to face him, her legs straddling him. She kept herself poised in the air, even though her pussy cried for friction. She reached out and held her hands against his chest to balance herself.
His hand slipped to her waist, his gaze, that hard cruel gaze of him fixed on her. No pressure, no coercion. Just resting there like a million tons of heat. But how he destroyed her. She whimpered like an injured kitten. Distraught beyond reason.
She knew what she was going to do. They knew what she was going to do. And she couldn’t stop herself.
The giveaway ends October 10th.
The grand prize is:
- $25 Amazon gift card
Chloe Kent has been hooked on romance since her teens and couldn’t wait to grow up and write her own romance novels. Her spirited heroines usually require at least two… sometimes more incredibly hot heroes to keep her happy and that’s exactly how Chloe writes them.
Her favorite pastimes include her husband, her dog, and books. Her biggest fear is running out of coffee or her imagination.