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Title: CAPTURE ME

Author: Anna Zaires

Genre: Dark Romance

Release Date: December 8, 2015

Cover by Najla Qamber Design

Photo by Lindee Robinson Photography

Models: Sarah Stroven and Adam Stroven

 

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Blurb

A new dark romance series from the New York Times bestselling author of Twist Me

She fears him from the first moment she sees him.

Yulia Tzakova is no stranger to dangerous men. She grew up with them. She survived them. But when she meets Lucas Kent, she knows the hard ex-soldier may be the most dangerous of them all.

One night—that’s all it should be. A chance to make up for a failed assignment and get information on Kent’s arms dealer boss. When his plane goes down, it should be the end.

Instead, it’s just the beginning.

He wants her from the first moment he sees her.

Lucas Kent has always liked leggy blondes, and Yulia Tzakova is as beautiful as they come. The Russian interpreter might’ve tried to seduce his boss, but she ends up in Lucas’s bed—and he has every intention of seeing her there again.

Then his plane goes down, and he learns the truth.

She betrayed him.

Now she will pay.

 

NOTE: Capture Me is the first book about Lucas & Yulia and has a cliffhanger-ish ending. It’s a long novella/short novel of approximately 45,000 words (about 200 pages) and is a spin-off from the Twist Me trilogy. It’s not necessary to have read that trilogy to enjoy Capture Me, but the book does contain major spoilers for books 2 and 3 of Twist Me.

 

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Excerpt

Author’s Note: This is from Yulia’s POV. For those of you familiar with the Twist Me series, this scene takes place in Moscow, when Lucas & Julian were there to meet with the Russian officials.

He steps into my apartment as soon as the door swings open. No hesitation, no greeting—he just comes in.

Startled, I step back, the short, narrow hallway suddenly stiflingly small. I’d somehow forgotten how big he is, how broad his shoulders are. I’m tall for a woman—tall enough to fake being a model if an assignment calls for it—but he towers a full head above me. With the heavy down jacket he’s wearing, he takes up almost the entire hallway.

Still not saying a word, he closes the door behind him and advances toward me. Instinctively, I back away, feeling like cornered prey.

“Hello, Yulia,” he murmurs, stopping when we’re out of the hallway. His pale gaze is locked on my face. “I wasn’t expecting to see you like this.”

I swallow, my pulse racing. “I just took a bath.” I want to seem calm and confident, but he’s got me completely off-balance. “I wasn’t expecting visitors.”

“No, I can see that.” A faint smile appears on his lips, softening the hard line of his mouth. “Yet you let me in. Why?”

“Because I didn’t want to continue talking through the door.” I take a steadying breath. “Can I offer you some tea?” It’s a stupid thing to say, given what he’s here for, but I need a few moments to compose myself.

He raises his eyebrows. “Tea? No, thanks.”

“Then can I take your jacket?” I can’t seem to stop playing the hostess, using politeness to cover my anxiety. “It looks quite warm.”

Amusement flickers in his wintry gaze. “Sure.” He takes off his down jacket and hands it to me. He’s left wearing a black sweater and dark jeans tucked into black winter boots. The jeans hug his legs, revealing muscular thighs and powerful calves, and on his belt, I see a gun sitting in a holster.

Irrationally, my breathing quickens at the sight, and it takes a concerted effort to keep my hands from shaking as I take the jacket and walk over to hang it in my tiny closet. It’s not a surprise that he’s armed—it would be a shock if he wasn’t—but the gun is a stark reminder of who Lucas Kent is.

What he is.

It’s no big deal, I tell myself, trying to calm my frayed nerves. I’m used to dangerous men. I was raised among them. This man is not that different. I’ll sleep with him, get whatever information I can, and then he’ll be out of my life.

Yes, that’s it. The sooner I can get it done, the sooner all of this will be over.

Closing the closet door, I paste a practiced smile on my face and turn back to face him, finally ready to resume the role of confident seductress.

Except he’s already next to me, having crossed the room without making a sound.

My pulse jumps again, my newfound composure fleeing. He’s close enough that I can see the gray striations in his pale blue eyes, close enough that he can touch me.

And a second later, he does touch me.

Lifting his hand, he runs the back of his knuckles over my jaw.

I stare up at him, confused by my body’s instant response. My skin warms and my nipples tighten, my breath coming faster. It doesn’t make sense for this hard, ruthless stranger to turn me on. His boss is more handsome, more striking, yet it’s Kent my body’s reacting to. All he’s touched thus far is my face. It should be nothing, yet it’s intimate somehow.

Intimate and disturbing.

I swallow again. “Mr. Kent—Lucas—are you sure I can’t offer you something to drink? Maybe some coffee or—” My words end in a breathless gasp as he reaches for the tie of my robe and tugs on it, as casually as one would unwrap a package.

“No.” He watches as the robe falls open, revealing my naked body underneath. “No coffee.”

 

About the Author

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Anna Zaires fell in love with books at the age of five, when her grandmother taught her to read. She wrote her first story shortly thereafter. Since then, she has always lived partially in a fantasy world where the only limits were those of her imagination. Currently residing in Florida, Anna is happily married to Dima Zales (a science fiction and fantasy author) and closely collaborates with him on all their works.

After graduating from the University of Chicago with a degree in Economics, Anna spent eight years on Wall Street analyzing stocks and writing research reports. In 2013, she became a full-time author, pursuing her lifelong dream of writing romance novels.

Dima Zales is the love of her life and a huge inspiration in all aspects of her writing. Every book Anna writes is a product of their unique collaborative process.

In addition to reading and writing, Anna enjoys drinking tea (coconut oolong, anyone?), watching addictive TV shows, and discussing book ideas during long walks with her amazing husband.

She loves hearing from her readers, so please don’t hesitate to contact her through her website or connect with her on Facebook, where she hangs out way too often. Also, please visit her husband and collaborator, Dima Zales, at www.dimazales.com and check out their fantasy & science fiction books.

 

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TITLE: Dirty Bad Strangers (A Standalone Novel)

AUTHOR: Jade West

RELEASED: 21st September, 2015

GENRE: Erotic

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He calls me his dirty girl.

He’s just a caller, a sex line client, an anonymous pervert like all the others.

Except he isn’t.

He’s under my skin… his voice, his laugh, his twisted fantasies.

He wants to watch me with other men. Lots of other men.

He wants me blindfolded and bound and taken by strangers until I’m a used-up mess.

Then he wants to take me himself.

I should hang up, report him to my supervisor.

But I won’t. I can’t

because I want him, too.

Gemma Taylor was born to be a chatline operator. Her filthy mouth and a filthier imagination make her hot property on sex chat. The hours are great and the money’s even better. She’s onto a good thing; finding her feet in the big smoke of London with a couple of old school friends.

Until he calls.

The rules of chat-line are clear: no personal information, no breaches of confidentiality, and absolutely no other forms of communication of any kind.

So why is she giving him her number? Why the hell is she planning on blindfolding herself and leaving her door unlocked for him?

Gemma Taylor’s in deep.

And she’s about to get deeper.

Much, much deeper.

Warning: As with the other Dirties, this book is exactly what the title suggests. A filthy tale of unlikely romance, featuring group sex, bondage, and the usual kind of extremity readers have come to expect from the pen of Jade West. Definitely, definitely 18+. A strong disposition certainly a bonus.

 

 

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Kindle Friends Forever 5 ★ review by Sharon Thérèse Nuttall.

I really enjoyed Dirty Bad Wrong. I truly thought the storyline was original enough to leave its mark which, after seeing it up on the Best Erotic Read List on Amazon, was of no surprise to me. And at this very moment, it is number 16. I found the second book, Dirty Bad Savage, a little over the top; however, it was just as unputdownable as the first book. The third in this series; this one, has left me in awe of the author’s writing skills. She’s turned a size sixteen (English size folks), into a sexy, strong and independent woman. Curvaceous waistlines, shapely buttocks, generous thighs and well endowed breasts, are back. Believe you me when I say that The Birth of Venus by Botticelli is easily comparable with the leading lady’s voluptuous body. Many of us have a weight issues but after getting to know Gemma, aka Lucy, you’ll make your scales redundant!

What I loved about Gemma was her pride and her outshining inner-beauty. I respected and understood her honesty and sensibility regarding her privacy. This down to earth woman who works as a cyber-phone sex operator goes out of her way to shun the limelight. She can’t afford to be in it. I wish I could say the same thing for one of her supposed friends, which I might add, made me grind my teeth in frustration. This friend in question’s personality was extremely well developed and highlights the meaning of narcissism. If I had been physically able, I would have gladly trussed her up like a turkey! Her personality was so shallow, her words so degrading that my only wish was to have her selfishness thrown back in her face.

Quote: Chelsea ~  “Don’t you realise what it looks like for the rest of us? Our bubbly slutty friend burning up the dance floor?”

Gemma, for me, ruled. Her humour is belly-achingly fervent, but at the same time, my heart went out for her. Those laugh out loud moments I had were entwined with a feeling of utter sadness. In a plot that’s paced with such an ease, many a moral question arose! What would you do to satisfy you most intimate desires. How far would you go? Would you trust your instincts? Her decisions never made me think less of her.

Quote: Lucy ~ “I’ll never know you…” she breathed. “Never see you…you’ll always be a stranger… my dirty, bad stranger…”

Football, folks, is my passion. So when we have a star defender with the ripe old age of retirement, drop-dead gorgeous, but still on the ball, (excuse the pun), what do you expect me to say! With hair that beckons you to comb your fingers through, tatts and solid muscles in all the right places, how could I not fall for Jason. Not only that, as he is the captain of his team, he has a huge responsibility. Encouraging his team to play well reflects on his mood. Down and out, his team loses. Playing high on endorphins is a win win. This guy has got a lot on his plate. Meet his wife, April, and you’ll know what I mean. To say she wins the prize of bitchiness in my book would be putting it mildly.

Quote: Jason ~ “Hate is a very strong word, April. Mind your fucking tongue.”

The relationship Gemma and Jason have is a peculiar one. She’s damn good at her job and he is a frigging marvellous client. He speaks, she listens and vice versa. The outcome is pure dynamite. This is an extremely erotic read, the title extremely fitting, too! Say no more about that because you have to read it to comprehend that ‘strangers’ in this read is a keyword. But what makes this read a special one is love. Regardless of the explicitly described amorous and unconventional scenes, it is a mind-blowing read. HEA I had too, so I couldn’t possibly ask Ms West for more. Your secondary characters are marvellous in the respect that I either loved to love ’em or loved to hate ’em. The storyline is strong, the banter and vocabulary dirtier than dirty and I really found no fault in the grammar. Bravo to you. An excellent read.

“Lucy, whatever your name really is… tell me those two digits, or I swear to God I’ll try all ninety-nine combinations until I reach you, and I don’t give a fuck how many people I wake up at three a.m. to do it.”

 

 

Jade West is a contemporary erotic author, real life submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting people all steamed up with her dirty mouth. Her debut release, Dirty Bad Wrong, smashed into the Amazon top 100 in February 2015, followed by Dirty Bad Savage in June – an Amazon top 100 bestseller in 4 countries. Dirty Bad Strangers, the latest tale of debauchery and unlikely romance, released September 19th.

 

 

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