I am Alexandru, the chosen one. The ruler of the Romanian mafie Lupu clan. I strive to follow in my father's footsteps. I strive to be the perfect head of the family, the perfect son and brother, the perfect... man. In this dog-eat-dog mafie world, a single mistake could end in bloodshed. After years of conflict with a rival family, my little sister is contracted to marry their son and bring peace. But when the bride runs away and threatens the truce, I need to convince my sister’s best friend, Nina, to help me track her down. Arranged marriages are common in my world and doing my duty has never been a problem. That was, until Nina grew up into a sexy, little minx. She may be an outsider, she may be forbidden, but she’s the only woman I want. As our chemistry heats up, a soldier's irreparable mistake starts a war that can only be stopped with the ultimate sacrifice. Myself. Marrying your own kind is the primal rule that reigns over my world, but as I uncover secrets, I learn my perfect father may not have been so perfect after all...

: a dark romanian mafia romance (lupu mafia family romance), the

I am Nicu, the savage heir of the Romanian mafie Lupu clan. I love rules: following them, imposing them, enforcing them. Nicu As the last son of the Lupu clan, I would never dishonor our name or tarnish our reputation. But Jewel is neither mafie, nor a virgin. With no rules to temper my savage nature, it’s no hold’s bar when it comes to her. And the fact that she’s my fiancée’s best friend? Means absolutely nothing to me. Jewel I made a terrible mistake, hooking up with my best friend’s fiancé. Those frosty blue eyes and dominant nature were a deadly combination I couldn’t resist. Not only do I loathe the traditional mafie culture he comes from, but guilt over my mistake is eating me up inside. I threw him out, swearing to myself that it would never happen again. There’s just one problem…he won’t leave me alone. I have a stalker on my hands, only I’m not sure I hate it.

Clara I am Clara Hagi, the Virgin Queen. I may not be allowed to marry, but I will be the first woman to rule a mafia clan. The Lupu clan is encroaching on Los Angeles, but they won’t get far. Not on my watch. I ache for Tatum, their consilier. I love his piercing black eyes, his tall, muscle-bound frame, his touch, his commands, his beguiling strain of vulnerability—I love it all. The one time and only time he kissed me—my first kiss—was a mistake. That’s what he called it. A mistake. He’ll regret those words; I’ll make sure of it. Tatum Nothing good came from kissing that girl, Clara. A girl whose clan hates mine. A girl who’s off-limits. A girl I should loathe. As consilier, I live and breathe the Lupu clan, and I do it perfectly. Perfection is the only way to make up for my father’s betrayal, a secret I will take to the grave. I’m charged with getting the Virgin Queen under control. Once I do, my clan will rule LA, just as it rules NYC. Every time I see her, I remember. Every time, we spar, I want to kiss her. Every time we accidentally touch—and I hate to touch—I ache for her. One kiss was not enough. Maybe bedding her will get her out of my system, virginity bedamned. Make her pay for twisting me inside out. Make her hurt a little. Purge her from my body and mind. She deserves better than a tainted man like me, but what if I fall for the Virgin Queen?