Blog Tour: Filthy Promises by Nicole Fox

Posted June 3, 2025 by Renee Henson in Blog Tour / 0 Comments

I’m in love with my boss.

He doesn’t even know I exist.

Filthy Promises, an all-new forced proximity, accidental pregnancy, workplace romance and the first book in the Akopov Bratva Duet from bestselling author Nicole Fox is now available!

My name is Rowan St. Clair.

For five years, I’ve tried to pretend I’m not head over heels for a man I can never have:

Vincent Akopov—gorgeous, ruthless, and completely out of my league.

But one fateful errand changes everything.

When I walk in on him thoroughly “occupied” with another woman, I expect embarrassment.

Instead, I get a saucy wink that sets my body on fire.

And the next day? A promotion I never asked for.

“Congratulations, Ms. St. Clair. You’re my new personal assistant.”

Suddenly, I’m thrust into Vincent’s world—Park Avenue penthouses, private jets, and a boss whose meetings put the “DIC” in “dictation.”

He tests my limits.

Filthy promises whispered in my ear in the middle of a boardroom, explicit Polaroids left in unexpected places, sneaky gropes in dark hallways…

And I push back. Sexts send both ways, after all.

Our game escalates with each passing day.

There’s just one problem: to inherit his father’s empire, Vince needs a wife.

So guess who gets to accompany him on every awkward get-to-know-you date?

Me—sitting beside him, trying to ignore his wandering hands up my skirt while he interviews potential brides.

I tell myself it’s just physical. Just temporary. Just a fantasy that will end when reality comes knocking.

And reality does indeed knock—

In the form of two pink lines on a pregnancy test.

FILTHY PROMISES is Book 1 of the Akopov Bratva duet. Vince and Rowan’s story continues in Book 2, FILTHY LIES.

Renee’s Five Star Review

I received a copy of this book from the publisher/author to review for Stephanie’s Book Reports.

This is the first book in the Akopov Bratva Duet. It is the story of Rowan and Vincent. Their story is a bit of a slow burn. She she has had a thing for him for five years. She has worked for him for those five years and he never seems to notice her. She is a really quiet, always loyal, carrying the weight of paying her mother’s medical bills, employee who never misses a day and has to keep her job. However, one day when she walks in on him in a compromising moment she sure never expected to get a wink or the promotion to his personal assistant the next day. Now she is thrown into his world that is a dangerous word of the Bratva. She is more than capable of doing this and he is more than drawn to her that leads to moments that take her breath away. However, his father has now decided that he must marry if he wants to inherit the empire. He has to marry a Bratva princess. What Rowan never saw coming was the two pink line that will changed everything. I loved these characters. I loved that she discovered that she is stronger than she already thought she was. Vincent on the other hand is torn between the empire he is about to inherit and the future he wants with Rowan. I cannot wait to have the next book in my hands to find out what is going to happen next.

 

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Keep reading for a look inside Filthy Promises!

The Akopov Industries corporate headquarters always gives me the creeps.

It’s sixty-five floors of glass and steel designed to make peasants like me feel exactly that—tiny, insignificant, and easily replaceable.

Unfortunately, it’s very good at what it does.

I shift my heavy folder from one arm to the other, trying to pretend like there aren’t sweat stains forming under the armpits of my thrifted blazer. It’s not even hot—I’m just a nervous sweater. One of my many genetic gifts. Thanks a lot, Mom and Dad.

But why am I sweating? That’s dumb. This is a very easy task. Robots could do it. Monkeys could do it. Robot monkeys could almost certainly do it.

Probably with less sweat, too.

“Just deliver the quarterly reports,” I mutter to myself, mimicking my best friend Natalie’s voice. “Super easy. In and out in five minutes.”

Right. Easy for her to say when she isn’t the one being sent into the lion’s den.

Technically, this should be her job. But Nat is so obscenely pregnant that I’ve been keeping her away from sharp objects so she doesn’t accidentally get popped like a balloon and go whistling around the office. Therefore, it’s fallen in my lap to schlep this thick stack of financial statements up to the king of the castle himself.

The elevator dings as it passes the thirtieth floor. Still only halfway there. Fantastic.

Too much time alone with my thoughts has never, ever been a good thing. Today is no exception.

I catch my reflection in the mirrored walls. Mousy brown hair pulled into a messy bun. Dark circles under my eyes from staying up late finalizing the Miller campaign last night.

Not that anyone had noticed my extra effort.

Not that anyone will ever notice.

Certainly not him. The lion himself.

Vincent Akopov. Son of Andrei Akopov, Russian immigrant turned tech billionaire.

My boss’s boss’s boss’s boss…

… and the star of approximately nine billion of my inappropriate daydreams.

“Get it together, Row,” I whispered. “He probably doesn’t even know the marketing department exists. He sure as hell has no clue who you are.”

Right on cue, the elevator slows to a stop at the executive floor.

I’ve only been up here once before, back when I was first hired five years ago. I was fresh out of college, frothing at the mouth with desperation for any job that would pay enough to cover both Manhattan rent and my mom’s medical bills.

I remember every single detail of that day. Gray clouds, windy, frigid with the promise of winter coming soon. My mouth tasted like wintergreen mints and abject, stuttering fear.

And then he strode into the room.

He wasn’t there to interview me—God knows that Vincent would never sully his hands with the likes of hiring lowly worker bees like myself.

He simply swept in as if I didn’t exist, bent down to whisper something in the ear of the Chief Marketing Officer who was conducting the interview, and then started to sweep right back out.

Two things about that swift, brutal interaction stuck out to me.

One was how all it took was a few growled words from Vincent to make the CMO look like she was about to shit her extremely expensive silk slacks. Her face was printer paper white, her lips parted, breath whistling out of her like a forlorn teakettle.

I was instantly terrified of anyone who could do that with so little effort.

The other thing that stuck out was how insanely, impossibly beautiful Vincent was.

He was tall and fit, with the graceful, muscular build of someone who’s never had to work hard to be good at absolutely everything. He was in a black suit, I remember. His hair was black, too. And the pupils of his eyes.

I mean, yeah, obviously the pupils of his eyes were black. Duh, Rowan. But they were black in a way I’d never seen someone’s eyes be before. Like they weren’t just seeing, but were drinking in the whole world and keeping it for himself.

That part stayed with me in particular—because the last thing he did before leaving the room was turn those black, endless eyes on me.

For more information about Nicole Fox and her books, visit her website: 

https://www.authornicolefox.com 

About Renee Henson

Renee Henson has an obsession with reading and reviewing. Especially anything that is a dark romance, fairy tale retelling, MC, and is trying her best to love the PNR worlds. Nothing is quiet as exciting to her as reading a good book and then talking about it or making comments while reading with her friends that have read the book too. She is always happiest with her kindle in her hand and her nose is a book. She has been reviewing for Stephanie's Book Reports for over ten years.

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