My Bratva Christmas

<p><strong><em>This Christmas bullets will fly and my heart will be on the line.</em></strong></p><p>As a party planner I watch the rich and powerful glitterati of New York enjoy the fruits of my back-breaking labor.</p><p>Caviar? Check. Champagne? Check. Flowers imported from the far corners of the earth?</p><p>Check.</p><p>And when it's all done I go home.</p><p>Alone.</p><p>If I'm lucky with leftover food from the caterer.</p><p>But a Christmas Eve party shootout changes everything.</p><p>Three handsome men with guns kill all the bad guys...</p><p><em>And abduct me.</em></p><p>One minute I'm a hard-working party planner. The next I'm a prisoner.</p><p>These men claim I'm in danger. And the only way to protect me is by abduction.</p><p>So I end up kidnapped by the terrifying dangerous Russian Bratva New York's powerful crime syndicate.</p><p>And yet just beneath the surface of my fear is a blazing unsettling attraction.</p><p>When I wake on Christmas morning at their hideout everything changes.</p><p>These violent killers have a soft side.</p><p>Lavishing me with attention and gifts.</p><p>Until all I want for Christmas is-<em>them.</em></p>