Title: Vadim: The Complete Trilogy
(#4-6 of Club XXX)
Author: Lana Sky
Genre: Romantic Suspense, Dark, BDSM, Billionaire
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The brother of a crime lord, dark, sexy Vadim has a troubled past —and rigid defenses. Little does he know that newly divorced Tiffany is about to threaten his hard-won control...
Control: Book One
The brother of a crime lord, dark, sexy Vadim has a troubled past — and rigid defenses. Little does he know that newly divorced Tiffany is about to threaten his hard-won control…A desperate divorcee on the hunt for some no-strings kinky fun.
A brooding, sexy billionaire with a penchant for manipulation and mind games...
What could possibly go wrong?
Brother of the fiercest crime lord in Fair Haven, Vadim Gorgoshev has survived horrors most men couldn’t imagine in their nightmares—and he’s learned to thrive in the chaos.
But the master of control meets his match when a fiery redhead crosses his path.
Will the obsessive Vadim maintain the upper hand or will the reckless Tiffany turn his world upside down?
Corrupt: Book Two
With Vadim’s control stretched to its breaking point, he aims to turn the tables by enacting Tiffany’s wildest fantasies—whether she wants him to or not.
The harder she finds it to resist him, the more she becomes swept into his growing family, forced to reassess her previous boundaries.
But when Vadim’s past comes back to haunt him, the chaos threatens to ignite their budding relationship…
And destroy it for good.
Conquer: Book Three
When a ghost from Vadim’s past returns to haunt him, he resorts to his worst instincts—putting his relationship with Tiffany to the test.
With no end to his paranoia in sight, Tiffany is forced to decide once and for all whether to conquer their shared demons together...
Or protect her heart by walking away for good.
Vadim’s trilogy can be enjoyed without first reading Maxim’s trilogy or read as a continuation to Maxim's series.
Excerpt . . .
“No one likes the predictable. It’s just that some men can’t handle not controlling everything from their lifestyle, to when they come. I’m talking from experience,” I add, in case he decides to challenge me.
But he doesn’t.
Confusion spurs me to muster up just enough strength to crack open one eye to observe him.
And I gasp. He’s angry. Truly, unashamedly angry. Fire crackles through his eyes, gathering in the corners of that supple mouth. I suck in a breath, recoiling.
“I don’t think you’d like how I handle the unpredictable,” he warns. My heart throbs in the face of it, my nerves zapping.
It’s the sexiest, most alarming thing I’ve ever seen.