"Once I picked up Tormentor Mine, I couldn't put it down! Peter is part psychopath, part seductive, and part tender all rolled into one. The combination makes for a fascinating story of twisted romance. I absolutely loved Peter and Sara's story, and I can't wait to read the next part!" ~ Gemma James, USA Today bestselling author
"Peter's story pretty much left me a drooling mess on the floor!" ~ Kinza Smoots, Goodreads reviewer
"The plot is SERIOUSLY MIND-BOGGLING. I devoured the entire book in a few hours because it IS that addictive." ~ Jenny Low, Goodreads reviewer
"A strong, unyielding alpha. Raw and unbridled passion. Hate and anger. Danger. Obsession. All neatly wrapped up in a highly addicting and fantastically written storyline that will leave you wanting and desperate for more." ~ Between the Lines Book Blog
"A dark, erotic, absolute must-read... Pain, despair, obsession and lust commingle for an emotional roller-coaster of a story that will leave you wanting more!" ~ Melissa Lindsay, Goodreads reviewer
From the Inside Flap
"Are you going to kill me?"
She's trying--and failing--to keep her voice steady. Still, I admire her attempt at composure. I approached her in public to make her feel safer, but she's too smart to fall for that. If they've told her anything about my background, she must realize I can snap her neck faster than she can scream for help.
"No," I answer, leaning closer as a louder song comes on. "I'm not going to kill you."
"Then what do you want from me?"
She's shaking in my hold, and something about that both intrigues and disturbs me. I don't want her to be afraid of me, but at the same time, I like having her at my mercy. Her fear calls to the predator within me, turning my desire for her into something darker.
She's captured prey, soft and sweet and mine to devour.
Bending my head, I bury my nose in her fragrant hair and murmur into her ear, "Meet me at the Starbucks near your house at noon tomorrow, and we'll talk there. I'll tell you whatever you want to know."
I pull back, and she stares at me, her eyes huge in her pale face. I know what she's thinking, so I lean in again, dipping my head so my mouth is next to her ear.
"If you contact the FBI, they'll try to hide you from me. Just like they tried to hide your husband and the others on my list. They'll uproot you, take you away from your parents and your career, and it will all be for nothing. I'll find you, no matter where you go, Sara... no matter what they do to keep you from me." My lips brush against the rim of her ear, and I feel her breath hitch. "Alternatively, they might want to use you as bait. If that's the case--if they set a trap for me--I'll know, and our next meeting won't be over coffee."
She shudders, and I drag in a deep breath, inhaling her delicate scent one last time before releasing her.
Stepping back, I melt into the crowd and message Anton to get the crew into positions.
I have to make sure she gets home safe and sound, unmolested by anyone but me.