Not my Husband — Jolie Damman

Shandee's heart trembled at the mere thought of Leonid. His pepper and salt hair, tattoos, and bulging muscles only added to the fear that consumed her. But there was something about him, an inexplicable magnetism that kept drawing her towards him. She was his Queen, and he, her captor. A paradox that left her torn between the safety he provided and the fear he instilled in her. Leonid's heart beat in sync with every thought of Shandee. Her chocolate skin and sunny personality had hooked him from the moment he laid eyes on her. His enemies posed a constant threat to her safety, a threat he would do anything to ward off. He loved her with every fiber of his being and was willing to take a bullet for her. His craving for her touch and the warmth of her smile made it impossible to sleep at night, and the fear of losing her kept him awake even more. Shandee's father needed the money, and Leonid was the one who could provide it. Even so, their love was not one born out of convenience. It was a love that defied all odds, a love that left them trembling in fear and burning with desire at the same time. Would their love be enough to overcome the danger that loomed over them, or would it all come crashing down in a tragedy that neither of them could escape?