Sinful Embers: Molchanov Bratva

I thought the monster in my nightmares was just that-a nightmare. Until I woke up in his dungeon.



I expected to wake up tangled in my husband's arms. His wicked hands dragging me back into bliss. Instead, I'm barefoot on a freezing cot and I'm dressed like a trauma surgeon who lost her shoes. This sucks and I'm scared. The cotton sheets and silk robes are gone, replaced by chains, shadows, and a cast-iron door.



At first, I thought it was Radomir. That two-timing bastard must have found out I ...