Unwanted Sacrifices (Russkaya Mafiya Book 3)By: Sapphire Knight
My husband - I love you more with each book I write. You were so mellow with me writing this book and I appreciate it immensely!
My boys - You are my whole world. I love you both.
The lovely beta readers, thank you - Abbey Neil-Clark, Kelly Emery, Sarah Rogers, Lindsay Lupher, Wendi Stacilaucki-Hunsicker, Tamra Simmons and Patti Novia West. Thank you for continually supporting me and putting up with my randomness along with my tantrums when something freaks me out. You have become my friends—a group of women I know I can count on and I love you for it. You ladies are my rocks!
Photographer Eric Battershell – Thank you so much for the amazing support and friendship you have been kind enough to give me. I feel very lucky to have you in my book world!
Model Bailey Lee – As soon as I saw you, I knew you were my Niko! Thank you for being such a great person to work with and a good sport about being ‘a mafia guy.’ You’re awesome!
Cover Designer Sara Eirew – Thank you for such a beautiful cover design. I’m grateful for your friendship and willingness to always help me out in a tight time frame!
Editor Mitzi Carroll – Thank you tremendously! My books wouldn’t be possible without your hard work, and I appreciate it tons. Once I receive the approved seal from you, I breathe easier.
My Formatter Max Henry – Thank you for making my work look beautiful. You rock!
My gorgeous PA Abbey Neil-Clark – I would be lost without you and I look forward to the day I can finally hug you in person! Love you! #MyBestestBookFriend
Sapphire’s Naughty Princesses – Thank you ladies for everything you do to help promote my work and for all of your support and encouragement. You make me want to write even more!
My blogger friends –YOU ARE AMAZING! I LOVE YOU!
Authors – I’ve been so lucky to have met some genuinely great Authors who have been very welcoming and amazing, such as: Anne Mercier, Lila Rose, Kira Johns and Bijou Hunter. These ladies have been supportive and kind since the first time I ever spoke to them, they not only share and help me, I know I can always send them a message (and vice versa) and it’s like we haven’t skipped a beat. Oh, and they write some smoking hot books, too, so please check them out if you haven’t already!
My readers – Thank you tons for making this possible. I’m so grateful for your continued love and support you give with each new book! Hopefully, I’ll get to meet many of you at the signings I have planned for 2016.
As I gaze into the mirror secured to the old, wooden bedroom door, I concentrate on the reflection in front of me. My body is fairly large, toned to what some may think of as perfection. My blond hair is cropped short so I don’t have to mess with it. I have tiny scars decorating different parts of my body; but they’re small, so not bad. For the most part, I’d say I look pretty good.
My chest swells as I think of how my mother’s kind eyes would look at me if she were here. I know she’d be very pleased with me—her strong boy. I’m no longer a small, scared little one, but a solid man.
Yes, she would be proud of her Nikoli.
Nodding to myself, my gaze travels lower, fixating on the dark grey weapon secured in the holster at my waist. My mother would not be delighted with that, however.
“Blondie?” My self-assessment is interrupted by the quiet, sweet voice coming from a little pixie of a woman, Sabrina.
We’ve been friends for many years, and I’ve always cared for her. At first, it was in a big brother, protective sort of way, but over the years as I’ve watched her grow into a stunning young woman, my feelings for her have changed into something much more than a sibling or boyhood crush. Now, she encompasses my every thought it seems. Well, besides the times when I’m remembering my mother and sisters—may their souls rest in peace.
Sabrina grew up in a very strict lifestyle, completely opposite of me. However, her family traveled in the same circles as mine. They’ve always been wealthy, too, where I wasn’t; at least, not until I became a valuable asset to the Mafiya.
After years of knowing her in passing, her family packed up and brought her to America. I believed back then that I would never get to see her again and was pretty upset about it. I hadn’t exactly made a move to stake my claim on her, so I just tried to get past it.