A ruthless Bratva boss.
A lone witness.
A snowstorm that traps them together at Christmas.

I was in the wrong alley at the wrong time.
And I saw something I shouldn’t see.

One gunshot.
One dead man.
And one cold-eyed killer staring straight into my soul.

Nikolai Morozov.
Bratva Pakhan.
A gorgeous, merciless nightmare.

He kidnaps me to a remote mountain lodge where a blizzard locks us inside
Just the two of us—and the secrets he refuses to explain.

He says it’s for my safety.
But the way he touches me?
The way he closes the distance between us?
The way his voice drops when he calls me malyshka?
There’s nothing safe about it.

If you love a morally grey man who turns ruthlessly protective for the woman he loves, and a winter romance that goes from fear to filthy obsession, then prepare to devour this in one sitting.