LENA FROST
Mafia Romance
with He-Falls-First & Forced Marriage primary tropes
Lena Frost writes about beautiful monsters and the women who bring them to their knees. Her heroes are possessive, filthy-mouthed, and utterly ruined by one woman; her heroines give as good as they get and never, ever beg. She believes every queen deserves a king who would burn the world down for her — and that a happily-ever-after hits hardest when it's earned in blood.
When she isn't marrying off mafia princesses, Lena can be found with black coffee, true-crime documentaries, and a playlist that would concern her neighbors. Join her newsletter for a free Zharov Bratva prequel novella, bonus epilogues, and first looks at what's coming.
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THE ZHAROV BRATVA
Prequel
Nadia Orlova reconciles a column nobody asked her to touch and finds Irish money moving through her employer's books at a scale that isn't theft. Her manager tells her to leave it alone. Then he turns up dead, and the Bratva sends its quietest killer to price the damage — and finds a bookkeeper who has rebuilt the entire scheme in a composition notebook. One safehouse. One bed. And an Irish offer to buy her cheap that the arithmetic says the family should take.
Book 1
Emilia Barone learns she's the price of the Zharov alliance the way daughters always find out — last. So she walks into the negotiation her father meant to hold without her and hands the most feared man in Brooklyn a list of her own terms. Aleksandr Zharov initials every one. The wedding is a treaty with incense, the marriage is a war neither of them is winning, and then she finds a contract in his handwriting — dated before the war that supposedly forced it, with her name already on it.
Book 2
Dmitri Zharov speaks forty words a day and kills people for a living. Chiara Barone is twenty-two, an art student, and constitutionally incapable of leaving a locked door alone. The Irish want the alliance broken, and the softest way to break it is the girl — so the family's silent blade gets an assignment, an oath, and three separate reasons she's off limits. One safehouse. Her sketchbook filling with his scarred hands. Then the safehouse burns, and only five men knew where it was.
Book 3
Maeve Donnellan takes a job pouring drinks in a Zharov club with one purpose: proof of who ordered her mother's death. Kirill Zharov is charming, bored, and the most dangerous man in the room precisely because nobody believes it. He clocks her on night one — and instead of ending it, he deals her in. The banter is the courtship. The courtship is mutual surveillance. And when her evidence finally surfaces, it doesn't convict the man she came for.