Hating him should be easy—he killed my brother.

He’s my sworn enemy…

Instead, Im fighting the urge to rip his clothes off.

Every inch of me remembers that night—how his hard body felt claiming mine.

Now, I’m living under Leonid’s control,

Trapped in his house as his captive.

Playing by his rules.

It wasn’t supposed to go like this – Every day, every night, under the same roof.

The line between hate and something else blurs.

Yet I cant forget why I hate him.

No.

Not even for a second.

Still, revenge doesn’t taste so sweet when it’s mixed with lust.

Every touch,

Every heated whisper from Leonid pulls me further away from what I’m supposed to do.

And the worst part? – Watching him with Elijah.

Seeing the way they connect without him even knowing the truth makes it harder to keep my distance.

Harder to hate him.

Now, I’m battling my heart.

The question isnt if I can kill him, my baby’s father—its whether I can live without him.

Hey readers

Eclipse Heart is Book 2 of the Kuznetsov Bratva Series, continuing the dark mafia romance with a secret pregnancy and a single mother. The story begins in Book 1, Onyx Heart.

Plotting to kill someone is one thing.

Learning he’s your baby’s father?

Well, fates got a f*@ked-up sense of humor.

I had one mission: Send Leonid Kuznetsov to his grave.

The man they call The Raven.

The monster who killed my brother.

For years, Ive dreamt of the moment Id stand over Leonid Kuznetsovs body,

the man responsible for my brothers death,

And watch as the light faded from his eyes.

Stepping into the lions den,

I was supposed to infiltrate the auction at Leonid Kuznetsovs private club,

not for the diamonds, but for vengeance.

The Raven had to fall.

He was the enemy,

the embodiment of everything I hated.

Yet, one look into those piercing eyes, and I knew—I was screwed.

Because fate played its cruel hand, intertwining our lives in the most messed up way possible.

Hes the father of my child.

Five nights of recklessness.

Two lines change everything.

Then, he ghosted.

Jumping into the storm that is Dimitri Orlov was like strapping into a rollercoaster blindfolded—thrilling, insane,

then he bails, leaving me with a parting gift: a baby bump.

I packed, disappeared, swore to keep my child safe from his chaos.

Three years on, our worlds crash again. Now, Im guarding a secret that could blow everything up—Alex, his son.

Telling myself a guy like Dimitri cant cut it as a dad has been my mantra.

Yet, every time he crashes back into our orbit, my wild heart skips a beat…

And, my never starts sounding more like maybe.

One whiskey-soaked shirt.

One pissed-off Russian mafia boss.

And…

One wild night that left my cheeks in flames.

Playing spy to save my bonehead brother,

I find myself face-to-face with the devil himself.

A small mistake, and plenty of banter later,

I'm hauled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes,

Whisked away to his bedroom.

Luka Ivankov isn't the forgive-and-forget type.

Let's just say his idea of a “lesson”

Involves my cheeks blushing and thighs quivering.

Now I'm playing spy in his mansion,

Luka thinks I'm just his naughty little nanny,

But I've got secrets that could bring his empire crashing down.

Luka's not just any mafia boss; he's the king of his world:

Ruthless, dangerous, and hotter than sin.

The way he looks at me makes me want to break all the rules.

I know I'm playing with fire, but I can't resist.

Every stolen touch, every forbidden kiss—

It's like a drug I can't get enough of.

But just when I think I've got him wrapped around my finger,

Two little lines turn my world upside down.

Welcome to Luka and Sophia's world!

Sold to the Morozov Bratva.

I convinced myself I could survive 365 days as his captive wife.

Get my bookstore back.

Simple, right?

Wrong.

I wasn't ready for the raw, vajayjay-clenching desire in his look.

The way he devours me night after night.

He promises to ruin me for any other man.

And I'm paying for my naivety,

One filthy groan at a time.

I also didn't foresee on the hunger.

The vomiting.

The three positive pregnancy tests.

Victor Morozov's baby.

Growing inside me.

Just as I think it's happily-ever-after, Eli and I get kidnapped.

To save us, Victor must die…

But I won't let that happen.

Not to the father of my child. Not to the man I've grown to… Love?

Wanna know what's shittier than your scumbag (ex) husband selling you to a dangerous Russian mafia boss?

I've got the answer…

Finding out the condom couldn't handle the intensity of your sordid tango between the sheets with that said Russian mafia boss.

Don't get me wrong, the whole one-night stand,

steamy hookup thing isn't usually my style.

I'm just plain ol' Laura. – Bookworm. Vanilla. Boring.

I didn't plan on locking lips with him, but God, I couldn't resist.

I mean, have you seen the man?

Chiseled jaw, smoldering eyes, body built for sin.

He's walking, talking temptation in a tailored suit.

And when he chased after me from his club,

Wrapped his designer coat around my half-naked body,

Offered me a ride home in his sleek black car,

Well, let's just say my panties didn't stand a chance.

One minute I'm drowning in those bedroom eyes,

His lips devouring mine like a starving man.

And baby, I was the all-you-can-eat buffet.

The next thing I know, I'm in his arms.

Princess-carried like a bride towards his penthouse instead.

Little did I know, our little foray between the sheets,

Would have life-changing consequences.

The broken condom.

The two pink lines.

The baby growing in my belly.

And the daddy?

None other than Victor Morozov.

Mafia boss. Ruthless kingpin.

My baby daddy.