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!