FACT: The First Russian Mafia Romance Novel was Dmitry’s Closet in 2010
Series: The Medlov Crime Family Series
Author: Latrivia S. Nelson (Now Latrivia Welch)
Books in Series: Dmitry’s Closet (2010), Dmitry’s Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen (2010), Anatoly Medlov: Complete Reign (2011), Saving Anya (2012).
I get asked the question alot these days. My answer is the same. I’m proud that the genre I started with one book has grown to hundreds of books and hundreds of authors across racial lines and country lines. But I do hope that those who love the genre know it’s origins. It doesn’t matter if you’re into interracial romance or not, this book is one of the truest testaments to the Russian Mafiya lifestyle. It will also give you an idea of how these men do business. We started the billionaire mafia craze with the introduction of The Medlov Crime Family and the seven foot lover, Dmitry Medlov. Check it out and tell me what you think. Remember, it happened here first. #Medlovian
“A man like Dmitry was never irate. His coldness was only reflected in the manner in which he destroyed.”
Read the book that started the Russian Mafia Romance genre nearly a decade ago. From USA TODAY bestselling interracial author Latrivia S. Nelson (now Latrivia Welch), comes a story about a deadly faction of the Russian mafia and an innocent woman who threatens to dismantle their empire with the promise of forbidden love.
The virginal recent college graduate, Royal Stone, is looking for employment in one of the country’s toughest recessions. While desperately wondering downtown Memphis résumé in-hand, she stumbles upon the seven-foot, blonde billionaire Dmitry Medlov, who offers her a job as the manager of his new boutique, Dmitry’s Closet.
Royal Stone is in for a big surprise.
After the clueless beauty accepts Dmitry’s generous job offer, Royal soon accepts his extravagant gifts, his bed and his upscale lifestyle. What she does not know is that her knight in shining armor is also the head of the Medlov Organized Crime Family, a faction of the elite Russian mafia organization, Vory v Zakone.
Dmitry Medlov faces a fork in the road.
For the first time in his life, the brutal mob boss is introduced to happiness, but not everyone around him wants the lonely Czar to have a happy ending. Under investigation by a joint task force, working to uncover a conspiracy on his council and battling with the old guards to bring their organization into the 21st century, the last thing Dmitry Medlov needs is to lose focus.
However, falling in love with Royal makes Dmitry want to break his coveted code, leave his self-made kingdom and start a life far away from the perils of the Thieves-in-Law. She is his purpose in life made flesh. But when his sociopathic brother, Ivan, comes to the Memphis bent on a murderous revenge, old sins resurface, and Royal becomes the unsuspecting target of Ivan’s wrath. What neither of the men know, is that Royal is carrying a secret of her own.
Who will win? Who will lose? Who will die? Watch all the skeletons as they tumble out of the interracial romantic suspense sensation, Dmitry’s Closet.
Warning: This book contains graphic language, sex, and various forms of violence. However, it will also melt your heart!
Revised Version: March 2010
How to Read the Series:
Dmitry’s Closet (2010)
Dmitry’s Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen (2010)
Anatoly Medlov: Complete Reign (2011)
For the last two weeks, it’s been all about Anatoly’s Retribution: Book One.
To celebrate our readers, we had a radio show today.
So… we only got to answer about 25% of the questions out there today during my first radio show in over a year, but I can assure that we’ll continue each week until we get it all done and then we can start all over again with Book Two, due out on November 1st. I’m battling a flu right now. And I hate that because I sound like a frog, but the show must go on. So check out today’s radio book chat where I answered some of the questions that have been sent in to me over the last two weeks.
First, thank you for your interest in the series that started the Russian Mafia Romance genre. I promise you that you won’t be disappointed. The Medlov Family is a fictional look into one of the most complex clandestine societies that the Russian culture ever gave to the world. Currently, there are three series around the Medlov family: The Medlov Crime Family, The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov and The Medlov Men.
The Medlov Crime Family consists of four books and I would recommend reading these first.
• Dmitry’s Closet (2010)
• Dmitry’s Royal Flush: Rise of the Queen (2010)
• Anatoly Medlov: Complete Reign (2011)
• Saving Anya (2012)
Each of these books introduce the characters who will continue to play a role in shaping the world of the Medlov empire and family.
The next group of books to read would be the Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov. They are a look back at Dmitry Medlov’s life from the time of 18 up until the transition of his life when he became the Czar of the underworld. There are so many questions answered in this series. We see the relationship between Ivan and his brother grow and wither, the introduction of beloved bodyguard Davyd, intimate relationships between al the main characters and the birth of many of your favorite bad boys. I am still working on Volumes 8-12, but there is plenty to read in Volumes 1-7.
• The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Book One
• The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Book Two
• The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Book Three
• The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Book Four
• The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Book Five
• The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Book Six
• The Chronicles of Young Dmitry Medlov: Book Seven
The Medlov Men Series is a contemporary look at the men of the Medlov family and council. Instead of just focusing on their arms deals, we focus on the interpersonal relationships they have with each other and the women they love. After you have read the other series, you will definitely apprecieate the Medlov Men Series, but you don’t have to read the other books to understand these. I’ve designed them to be stand-alone books with full explanations, so you’ll never be lost.
• Vasily’s Revenge
• Gabriel’s Regret: Book One
• Gabriel’s Regret: Book Two
• Anatoly’s Retribution: Book One (Coming Soon)
• Anatoly’s Retribution: Book Two (Coming Soon)
• Dmitry’s Redemption: Book One (Coming Soon)
• Dmitry’s Redemption: Book Two (Coming Soon)
Chapter Three of The Grunt 2 takes you inside a covert USMC Force Recon operation in Afghanistan. From the first word of the chapter, you are there with the six-man team as they leap bravely from an HH-60 Pave Hawk during a HALO (high altitude, low opening)jump. As a civilian, I have never jumped out of a plane, though I’ve wanted to. I have a fascination with the sky and the bird’s ability to soar through the air. I’ve even had dreams of flying in my sleep, which usually leads to me accidentally kicking Shag. But I’ve never, as a core function of my job, been asked to jump from a moving object into the sky and fall thousands of feet (strategically might I ad) to land on the ground without a scratch. It’s pretty epic stuff.
As it turns out Force Recon is spectacular at jumping out of planes. And I could not, in good conscience, write this book without including a little of Recon’s awesomeness in it.
Dressed out in full tactical uniforms, camouflage, aviator gloves, go-packs and parachutes the Recon Unit assembled quietly inside of the HH-60 Pave Hawk in preparation for their HALO (high-altitude, low-opening) parachute insertion jump. It was everything that kids across the country dreamt of as they played their video games, and everything wannabe’s lied about when trying to impress women.
However, this was the real shit; there were no video cameras for reality tv, no theme music for a movie, no turning back for sake of life over country.
Standing by the hatch already let down for their departure, Brett looked down the line at his men standing at the ready. Each one of these men were brave and had shown valor in the face of death a hundred times. Joe, Bear, Rusty, Geek and Hound. He would die for either of them, all of them, if needed. But he hoped that their training would prevent the need to make that decision.
Right before they reached their mark, Brett stepped out where he could see his men and made his normal speech. It was the same one every time, but each time it was warranted, needed to remind each man of why he was there, especially when after long months away from home there were more questions than answers.
“No one on this plane rang that bell three times in training. No one gave up then. No gives up now. You know why they sent us, devil dogs? It’s because we’re the baddest motherfuckers they could find.”
“Oorah,” the men replied in cadence. Their voices boomed like lightning against the black night as the wind from the open hatch ran across their faces.
Bear, their Irish ginger good ole boy from Alabama, spit his brown snuff out on the floor beside his boot and coughed. It was his normal routine and had not changed since their first op together. It was Bear’s way of saying that he was ready.
Joe made the sign of the cross and rolled his neck. He was ready.
Rusty kissed the picture of his son.
Hound scratched his balls.
Geek stood stoically focused on the hatch.
Each man had a thing, and now was the time to do it.
Brett’s jaw clenched as he moved to the open hatch, the wind pushing and pulling at him like a rag doll. Anticipation coursed through his veins like an angry drug. The veins in his neck protruded as he screamed, “Let’s go to work!”
The twinkling stars and the full moon in the sky looked close enough for the men to reach out and touch them, and the ground so infinite below looked like it was a million miles away while they dwelled somewhere in the middle of this world and the next.
If one had never thought about their mortality before, they thought about it then being as small as ants in a world so vast that it could suck them up before anyone could notice.
Brett stood by the hatch, hitting each man on his back as they plunged out into the night in a free fall.
They looked angelic as they fell, but in fact, they were killers, the whole lot of them, going to do the government’s bidding.
With a nod toward the birdman, Brett prepared in his own way. Checking his gear and his watch, he clasped the sides of the entryway, looked out at the vast world behind him, imagined his family back home, and made the unreturnable leap toward danger.
With his arms splayed wide, he cut through the thin clouds in a perfect arch, feeling his body become one with the air around him. His massive, muscular frame, while formidable on land, dropped through the heavens like penny off a tower.
Balancing himself out, he fell hundreds of feet before he checked his wrist detector and pulled the rip cord on his parachute when he had reached the right altitude.
The parachute exploded violently in the night, giving him a small jolt as he navigated it down.
Brett bent his knees as his boots hit the ground. Dust billowed up around him as he crunched dry soil below him. Releasing himself from the parachute, he pulled his earpieces from inside of his tactical gear as he knelt in a crouched position and looked around.
It was dead silent. No motion. No lights. No people.
“Check in Eagle team,” he said, listening as all the men sounded off. They were all right around him, but with no light, they were nearly impossible to see, save the light coming off some of the men’s tactical watches.
As soon as his voice registered on the radio, the command center back at the base went live. Captain Lawless, who had been leaning on his desk glaring impatiently at the blank wall of monitors, popped up and put his coffee down.
“Eagle four to Nest, we are live. I repeat, Eagle team is live,” Brett said, just below a whisper as the men gathered together, ready to move on the Captain’s command.
“Do we have eyes on our men yet?” Lawless said, looking at his comms specialist.
Staring at the young captain too long was like looking directly into the sun. He was intimidating even when he wasn’t trying. The young man quickly adverted his eyes to the monitor as the black screen in front of them linked to the satellite and produced a night vision picture.
“We are live, sir,” the young man said, typing into his computer.
Lawless turned to his second-in-charge. “Get the general now,” he ordered, taking a wide stance in the middle of the floor and watching the operation from the vest cameras installed on each man. This was what he did best. In this command room, he was a warrior, a strategist and a swift hand for the U. S. Marine Corps. The sudden pride that always overcame him made him want to sing God Bless America, but for now, he’d just settle for kicking some ass.
“Zoom into Eagle four,” Lawless said flatly. He slipped his earpiece on to communicate with the team. “Eagle four, we have eyes. Satellite says you’re good to go. No bogies. Proceed.”
“Copy that,” Brett said, making a knife hand motion for the men to advance toward the house.
Don’t worry. The book is coming soon. Check in regularly for more information on the chapters as they are completed.
When you read a book, you want to identify with the woman. When you read an Interracial Romance (bw/wm), you expect to identify. All of us can’t be supermodels, millionaires or even a size 2 (I like being curvaceous), but we can all see the strength of a character or be motivated by that strength in a book.
My readers have taught me through their feedback over the years that they demand strength. When I first wrote Ivy’s Twisted Vine, a part of exploring what it was like to be an impressionable young woman was writing about Ivy’s weaknesses, but The World in Reverse was clearly about her strengths.
I’m committed to showing African-American women in a strong positive light through my books. Strong heroines are not just wanted, in this day and age, they are needed. Even in our entertainment and imagination, we must visualize ourselves as pillars of strength. Now, does that mean that you can’t be loving, caring, warm and even have moments of weakness? No, that would you inhuman.
However, I will say that if we are to project an image of strength into the media, we have to start in books. We have to damage/destroy the negative stereotypes of African-American women by re-writing ourselves.
Latrivia Nelson makes the USA Today Best Selling Books List
“Despise not small beginnings.” Zechariah 4:10
This morning at 6:30 a.m., Bruce pulled me out of bed. “Baby, get up. It’s time to go and work out.” His words echoed in my subconscious, swirling in the opposition of the act.
This idea, to get fit “er” sounded great when he first suggested it, but at the moment, all I wanted to do was hug that pillow and his muscular chest a little longer before I crawled out of bed and got ready for work.
He nudged me again, his sexy southern drawl sounding like silk to my ears. “Come on, baby. You can do it.”
Ever so gently, he pulled the covers from my body and pulled me out of bed. I complained the entire time, but with every complaint put on my clothes, shoes and grabbed some water before we headed out.
By the time when arrived back at the house from the work out, I was laughing and bubbly. Working out does that to you. Endorphins were running rampant. Motivated to start my day, I ran my bath water and then noticed I had several missed calls on my cell phone. Accidentally, I had left it on silent yesterday.
They were from all around the country.
Something was up, and suddenly I was afraid…that was until I saw the text from sister author Yvette Hines. “WE MADE IT TO THE USA TODAY LIST!” I could hear her voice through the text.
I screamed, and jumped and yelled. Bruce by this time wasn’t sure to grab his shot gun or jump and scream with me. I put the phone down and told him. I was now a USA Today Bestselling Author.
TEARS. Happy, big fat tears of joy.
Something like this is the thing that an author dreams of achieving. It’s not a small task and takes a lot of work, and a lot of people believing in you. 11 women come to mind. I have to thank God for the ability to write. His blessings continue to shine down on me. He is my refuge and no, I do not want. He meets all of my needs and very often, He goes above and beyond. Today was another one of his many gifts. Thank you, Father.
This project was Yvette’s baby. She led the charge, and the other 10 women in the box set were absolutely wonderful. Despite everything that happened in their personal lives, they were devoted to this project. They were kind and thoughtful, worked together, allowed for life to happen in between. And it paid off.
Our fans are amazing women and men. They follow us on Twitter and Facebook. They post reviews. They uplift us and continue to be supportive. This could not have happened without each and every one of them. They bought and pre-ordered. They posted and reposted. They came out in big numbers.
There are so many books out there now in the bw/wm genre. When you have someone who will give you a chance, you are grateful. You are competing with a world full of insanely talented authors for every book sell.
I’ve been in this business now for seven years. I’ve written countless books, and every single experience is still a new one. I remember selling my first book back in 2008. I remember wanting to be on this list. And now I am. It started small, but it has grown…this book dream. I never gave up. I never gave in to just putting it aside. And HE blessed me for it. I’m not deserving. I know it. But He does that anyway because He loves me. I will not despise small beginnings.
I’m celebrating today. I’m happy, and I’m thankful.
I’m guilty of changing my mind. After talking to the ladies in the Love Pub, I thought about it and decided that this cover would best serve Young Dmitry Medlov and not his nephew. Hope you like the changes. However, there is no release date yet. We’re just working along on as many projects as our brains will allow.