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The more she fights me, the more I want her. That beautiful, sassy mouth of hers makes me want to push her to her knees and dominate her. I'm a Russian arms dealer and she's an innocent college student who doesn't even know she belongs to me yet, but that will change when I yank those skimpy shorts down and spank her bright red. I will teach her not to show off what is mine. Then I will make her scream my name. I had no right to take her, but I dare you to try to take her from me.

When I give an order, I expect it to be obeyed. She's too smart for her own good, and it's going to get her killed. Against my better judgement, I put her under the protection of my powerful Russian mafia family. So imagine my anger when the little minx ran. For three long years I've been on her trail, always one step behind. Finding and claiming her had become an obsession. It was getting harder to rein in my driving need to possess her... to own her. But now the chase is over. I've found her. Soon she will be mine.

I took her innocence as payment. She was far too young and naïve to be betrothed to a monster like me. I would bring only pain and darkness into her sheltered world. That's why she ran. I should've just let her go. She never asked to marry into a powerful Russian mafia family. Unfortunately for her, I don't care. I own her, and after three years of searching, I've found her. My runaway bride was about to learn disobedience has consequences...punishing ones. Nothing was going to keep me from claiming her before the eyes of God and man. She's mine now, and I'm never letting her go.

I didn't come to her apartment planning to tie her to her bed and ravage her. A Russian arms dealer has no need for an innocent schoolteacher. I would have done what I came to do and left, but when she opened those gorgeous red lips and threatened to scream I knew she would be screaming long before I was finished with her.

It was an innocent mistake; she knocked on the wrong door. It was mine. If I were a better man, I would've just let her go. But I'm not. I'm a cruel bastard. I ruthlessly claimed her virtue for my own. It should've been enough but it wasn't. I needed more...I craved it. She became my obsession. Her sweetness and purity taunted my dark soul. The need to possess her nearly drove me mad. A Russian arms dealer had no business pursuing a naive librarian student. She didn't belong in my world. I would bring her only pain. But it was too late...she was mine and I was keeping her.

With a single gunshot, she brings the violent secrets of my buried past into the present. She may not have pulled the trigger, but she still has blood on her hands. And I know some very creative ways to make her pay for it. I am as ruthless as my Cavalieri ancestors, who forged our powerful family legacy. But no fortune is built without spilling blood. I've earned a reputation as a dangerous man to cross and made enemies along the way. So, to protect those I love, I handed over the mantle of patriarch to my brother and moved to northern Italy.

We were not meant to be together…then a dark twist of fate stepped in, and we're the ones who will pay for it. As the eldest son and heir of the Cavalieri name, I will inherit a great deal more than a billion-dollar empire. I will receive a legacy of secrets, lies, and scandal. After enduring a childhood filled with malicious rumors about my father, I have fallen prey to his very same sin. I married a woman I didn't love out of a false sense of family honor. Now she has died under mysterious circumstances, and I am left to play the widowed groom.

Zoya NofiKova made one fatal mistake—she took an Ivanov. Now my cousin is missing, his pregnant wife left for dead in the wreckage of a brutal car crash. The guilt is a noose around my neck, tightening with every second he's gone. I was never fully Ivanov—half Russian, half Latin, never enough. But this time, I'll prove myself. I'll infiltrate Los Infidels. Find Pavel. And take the woman responsible.

What could be better than a Fart with a heart? A Super Fart of course! Wafting around with his stinky best friend Burp, Fart couldn't be happier. But sometimes Burp wishes people wouldn't say, YUCK and GROSS and PEE-YEW . . . Could being smelly ever be a force for good? A super stinker of a tale...

Keeping her safe was my job. Keeping her for myself became my obsession. She is a Russian mafia princess, kidnapped to be used as a pawn in a deadly turf war. I was hired to bring her home, but the moment I saw her I knew I must have her for myself. She can run, but I will always be watching from the shadows. Like a feral beast stalking his prey, waiting for the right moment to take what is mine. I am her protector, but no one can protect her from me.

I came for my money. I took her instead. She's not the one who stole from me. She's a pawn caught up in her family's deadly game. It doesn't matter. Her innocence won't save her from me. I could just let her return the money, but as I stare down at the beautiful creature stretched out before me like a virgin sacrifice, I thank God for every sin that has blackened my cold heart. Because I'm going to make her beg, scream, and suffer for me. Then I'm going to make her mine.

Darius Ivanov believes the American branch of the Ivanov crime family has grown soft. Too many weddings. Too many feelings. Men who forget that love is a liability. He's there to set them right. Darius Ivanov is the man no one dares cross. The most disciplined—and most dangerous—of the Ivanovs. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't leave a trace. And he never, ever loses control. Until her. To secure a multibillion-dollar arms deal, Darius crosses a line even the Ivanovs won't excuse—he kidnaps the daughter of a U.S. Senator and locks a diamond bomb collar around her neck.

Her innocence was going to get her killed. That was if I didn't get to her first. She's the protected little sister of the powerful Ivanov Russian mafia family–the very definition of forbidden. It’s always been my job, as their Head of Security, to watch over her but never to touch. That ends today. She disobeyed me and put herself in danger. It was time to take her in hand. I’m the only one who can save her and I will fight anyone who tries to stop me, including her brothers. Honor and loyalty be damned. She’s mine now.

She was supposed to be a problem—one I would deal with, forget, erase. Instead, she became my obsession. A hotel maid drowning in her father's debts, working among killers and Bratva bosses, believing silence would keep her safe. Then she saw something she shouldn't. She should have run. Should have screamed. Should have begged. Instead, she held my gaze, defiant and unbroken. Now, I can't let her go. The only way to keep her alive is to make her mine—a marriage that will satisfy Bratva law and place her firmly under my control. What I offer isn't protection. It's possession.

Fart is excited! He's desperate to make friends and have fun. But no one likes a fart. Not even a fart with a heart. Too smelly. Too embarrassing. Too gross. 'Just like a powerful, unidentified fart, Foster Blake's book has everyone talking.' MamaMia Zo� has written lots of grown-up books...

I'm not the hero in this story—I'm the monster who claimed what wasn't his to take. I was supposed to sell her to the highest bidder, a marriage that would seal alliances and strengthen her family's power. But seeing her bloodied and defiant changed everything. Her father and brother thought they could use her as a pawn. They didn't realize I was playing a different game entirely. I destroyed them all, leaving her seemingly free—only to chain her to me instead. She thinks she can escape, build a normal life away from the violence she was born into.

I'm the only one standing between her and those who want her dead. She sees a monster when she looks at me—blood-stained hands, a heart blackened by violence. What she doesn't see is that those same hands are the only thing keeping her alive. She runs from me, again and again. But every escape only drags her closer to the enemies hunting us both. She burns with hatred for the cage I've built around her… And yet, there's heat beneath the fury. A hunger neither of us can outrun.

I never thought a simple walk in New York City would lead me into the shadows of a sinister game. One moment, I'm fighting off attackers in a dark alley, and the next, I'm saved by a mysterious stranger. He drags me into a darkened building, his grip both protective and possessive. I should feel safe, but I can't shake the feeling that there's something dangerous lurking beneath his surface. Imagine my shock when I discover my rescuer is none other than Thomas Manwarring, the notorious prodigal son of the Manwarring dynasty, returned from Rome under a shroud of scandal.

Ana and Louis are tired after a long day at school and kinder. They just want to watch TV...but Mum wants to play battle! She has a whole bunch of new moves to try out and there's simply no stopping her. 'Just FIVE minutes!' pleads Mum. 'Pleasepleaseplease?'
So the kids drag themselves off the couch. Mum PROMISES not to be too rough and that there will be absolutely NO TICKLING. So Ana and Louis prepare to take on Battle Mum! Hopefully they can complete the game before Dad gets home...and wants to play too!

Bath-time is fun! There's the bubbles, the bath toys and lots of splashing of course. But have you ever wondered what it's like for the bath? Scaredy Bath does not like bath time...the piping hot water, the gooey muck and especially not the small, boisterous grubby ones that shout and splash and make Scaredy all mucky! What's a bath to do? Will Scaredy Bath ever enjoy bath time?