“a sweet-looking Grim Reaper was stamped into the grip of the weapon. Maks had one with a grimacing skull, the eye of which was an amethyst stone.” — Nancy Haviland Copy Share Image
“A deadly mafia underboss and the alpha-male president of a notorious MC panting after the same woman? Oh, yeah. This could get real messy.” — Nancy Haviland Copy Share Image
“Yes.” Maksim took her hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s an honor to meet you, Eva. Being the Pakhan’s daughter, I am… — Nancy Haviland Copy Share Image
“Is the cannon strapped to your thigh coming out next? Or are we saving that for when we’re alone?” — Nancy Haviland Copy Share Image
“As it was mid-afternoon in New York, one of his most dangerous men answered on the second ring. “Please, tell me Pivchenko has surfaced,”… — Nancy Haviland Copy Share Image
“a sweet-looking Grim Reaper was stamped into the grip of the weapon. Maks had one with a grimacing skull, the eye of which was… — Nancy Haviland Copy Share Image
