My Russian's Heart Knows Best; Prince Antov

I will survive.

The moment the ruthless pirate heaves Genevieve into the dark, cramped ship compartment with three hardened men, she knows life as she perceived it is officially over. Locked in the belly of a lawless vessel, her entire life flashes before her eyes. The terror turns absolute when a filthy, slavering miscreant attempts to seize her, trying to take brutal liberties that were never afforded to him.

Ginny's eyes threaten to leap from their sockets as a shadow explodes from the darkness.

The quiet giant of a man who had been brooding silently in the corner surges forward with lethal precision. In a single, effortless motion, he apprehends the attacker and snaps his neck like a dry twig, dropping the pirate dead on the floor.

Genevieve is left reeling—not from horror, but from a sudden, overwhelming wave of elation. In her harsh existence, no one has ever given a single fig about her safety or her worth, her own neglectful mother included. But before she can even speak, her giant rescuer gently pulls her into his massive, powerful arms, settling her against his chest and declaring himself her eternal guardian.

Safe within his embrace, Genevieve realizes that for the very first time in her entire existence, she feels truly, deeply loved. Antov is a man on a mission, desperate to break out of this floating hell and find his missing brother, Demetris. But as he holds the fragile woman against his heart, the lethal Russian soldier vows he will tear through a sea of blood and fire to protect his serdtse—because she is his heart now, and no one will ever harm her again.

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