Title: Tormentor
Mine
Mine
Author: Anna Zaires
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: March 28, 2017
Blurb
A new dark romance from New York Times
bestseller Anna Zaires.
bestseller Anna Zaires.
He came to me in the night, a cruel, darkly
handsome stranger from the most dangerous corners of Russia. He tormented me
and destroyed me, ripping apart my world in his quest for vengeance.
handsome stranger from the most dangerous corners of Russia. He tormented me
and destroyed me, ripping apart my world in his quest for vengeance.
Now he’s back, but he’s no longer after my
secrets.
secrets.
The man who stars in my nightmares wants
me.
me.
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Excerpt
from Sara’s POV
from Sara’s POV
I meet his gaze, and everything
inside me jolts. It feels like I got shocked with a defibrillator. For the
first time, I see him in the light of day without alcohol or drugs in my
system.
inside me jolts. It feels like I got shocked with a defibrillator. For the
first time, I see him in the light of day without alcohol or drugs in my
system.
For the first time, I fully comprehend how
dangerous he is.
dangerous he is.
He’s leaning back in his chair, his long, jean-clad
legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles under the small round table. It’s
a casual pose, but there’s nothing casual about the dark power that rolls off
him in waves. He’s not just dangerous; he’s lethal. I see it in the metallic
ice of his gaze and the coiled readiness of his large body, in the arrogant set
of his jaw and the cruel curve of his lips.
legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles under the small round table. It’s
a casual pose, but there’s nothing casual about the dark power that rolls off
him in waves. He’s not just dangerous; he’s lethal. I see it in the metallic
ice of his gaze and the coiled readiness of his large body, in the arrogant set
of his jaw and the cruel curve of his lips.
This is a man who lives and breathes violence, an
apex predator for whom rules of society don’t exist.
apex predator for whom rules of society don’t exist.
A monster who’s tortured and killed countless
people.
people.
The surge of anger and hatred that comes with the
thought cuts through my fear, and I take a step forward, then another and
another until I’m walking toward him on almost steady legs. If he wanted to kill
me, he could’ve already done it in a million different ways, so whatever he
wants today must be something different.
thought cuts through my fear, and I take a step forward, then another and
another until I’m walking toward him on almost steady legs. If he wanted to kill
me, he could’ve already done it in a million different ways, so whatever he
wants today must be something different.
Something even more evil.
“Hello, Sara,” he says, rising to his feet as I
approach. “It’s good to see you again.”
approach. “It’s good to see you again.”
His deep voice wraps around me, his soft Russian
accent caressing my ears. It should sound ugly, that voice from my nightmares,
but like everything else about him, it’s deceptively appealing.
accent caressing my ears. It should sound ugly, that voice from my nightmares,
but like everything else about him, it’s deceptively appealing.
“What do you want?” I’m being rude, but I don’t
care. We’re long past politeness and good manners. There’s no use pretending
this is a normal get-together.
care. We’re long past politeness and good manners. There’s no use pretending
this is a normal get-together.
The only reason I’m here is because not showing up
could endanger my parents.
could endanger my parents.
“Please, sit.” He motions to the chair across from
him and sits down. “I took the liberty of ordering a cup of coffee for you.
Black, no sugar… and decaf, since you’re not working today.”
him and sits down. “I took the liberty of ordering a cup of coffee for you.
Black, no sugar… and decaf, since you’re not working today.”
I glance at the second cup—prepared exactly the way
I would’ve ordered it—then meet his gaze again. My heart drums in my throat,
but my voice is even as I say, “You have been watching me.”
I would’ve ordered it—then meet his gaze again. My heart drums in my throat,
but my voice is even as I say, “You have been watching me.”
“Yes, of course. But you figured that out last
night, didn’t you?”
night, didn’t you?”
I flinch. I can’t help it. If he saw me try to make
that call, then he saw me stagger drunkenly into the bathroom and come out
naked.
that call, then he saw me stagger drunkenly into the bathroom and come out
naked.
If he’s been watching me for a while, he’s seen me
in all sorts of private moments.
in all sorts of private moments.
“Sit, Sara.” He gestures at the chair again, and
this time, I obey—if only to give myself a chance to calm down. Rage and fear
are a tangle of live wires in my chest, and I feel like I’m one deep breath away
from exploding.
this time, I obey—if only to give myself a chance to calm down. Rage and fear
are a tangle of live wires in my chest, and I feel like I’m one deep breath away
from exploding.
I’ve never been a violent person, but if I had a
gun on me, I’d shoot him. I’d blow his brains all over the trendy Starbucks
wall.
gun on me, I’d shoot him. I’d blow his brains all over the trendy Starbucks
wall.
“You hate me.” He says it calmly, as a statement of
fact rather than a question, and I stare at him, caught off-guard.
fact rather than a question, and I stare at him, caught off-guard.
Does he read minds, or am I that transparent?
“It’s okay,” he says, and I catch a glimmer of
amusement in his eyes. “You can admit it. I promise not to hurt you today.”
amusement in his eyes. “You can admit it. I promise not to hurt you today.”
Today? What about tomorrow and the day after? My
hands form into fists under the table, my nails digging into my skin. “Of
course I hate you,” I say as steadily as I can manage. “Is that a surprise?”
hands form into fists under the table, my nails digging into my skin. “Of
course I hate you,” I say as steadily as I can manage. “Is that a surprise?”
“No, of course not.” He smiles, and my lungs
tighten, preventing me from breathing. It’s not a perfect smile—his teeth are
white, but one is slightly crooked on the bottom, and his lower lip has a tiny
scar that wasn’t visible until now—but it’s magnetic nonetheless.
tighten, preventing me from breathing. It’s not a perfect smile—his teeth are
white, but one is slightly crooked on the bottom, and his lower lip has a tiny
scar that wasn’t visible until now—but it’s magnetic nonetheless.
It’s a smile nature designed for one purpose only:
to lure in unwary women and make them forget the monster underneath.
to lure in unwary women and make them forget the monster underneath.
About
the Author
the Author
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 http://www.dimazales.com and check out their fantasy & science fiction books.
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 http://www.dimazales.com and check out their fantasy & science fiction books.