Arya

Being a Bratva princess isn’t easy, and with an older brother as protective as mine calling the shots, I’m lucky he let me return home to Rosewood at all. I’ve spent most of my life attending boarding schools in Belgium, but now that I’m an adult, I want the freedom to decide where I live. I’ve barely spent any time in Rosewood over the years, so it isn’t the town calling me back, it’s the man I know I’ll find there. Jax is my brother’s best friend and his second in command. From the time I was a little girl, I adored Jax and the way he always made sure I was protected. For some reason, his overbearing nature doesn’t annoy me the way my brother’s does. But Jax still sees me as the little girl who went off to boarding school. He hasn’t noticed that I’m all grown up. But he’s going to. I might not be experienced or worldly, but I am determined. When a threat to my life has my big brother assigning Jax to be my personal bodyguard, I realize this is my chance. But can I convince Jax to open his eyes and see what’s always been waiting for him? Or will his loyalty to my brother overshadow everything else?

Jax

Working for the Andreyev family has always been my destiny. Even joining the Marines didn’t change that. Vlad might be the one to issue the orders, but it’s me who ensures those orders are carried out. And I’m good at my job. It’s been my sole focus for years, after all. I’m loyal to my core, and there is nothing I won’t do for my best friend and boss…except maybe keep my hands off his baby sister. Arya is back after years abroad, and she is no longer the pint-sized princess I remember. No, now she’s a fully grown woman and absolutely gorgeous. She has the body of siren, but she can’t hide her inexperience. She’s the worst kind of temptation, and I have no choice to but keep my distance or risk everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve. But staying away becomes impossible when someone tries to hurt her and Vlad appoints me as her personal bodyguard. What better way to ensure Arya’s safety than to keep her in my bed? But once I have her there, I can’t let her go. Arya might be Bratva royalty, but she’s mine, and I’m going to make sure everyone knows it.