Release Blitz: Tormentor Mine by Anna Zaires
Title: Tormentor Mine
Author: Anna Zaires
Genre: Dark Romance
Publication Date: March 28, 2017
A new dark romance from New York
Times 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. Now he's back, but he’s no longer after my
secrets. The man who stars in my nightmares wants me.
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Read an Excerpt 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. For the first time, I fully comprehend how 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. This is a man who lives and
breathes violence, an apex predator for whom rules of society don’t
exist. A monster who’s tortured and killed countless
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. Something
even more evil. “Hello, Sara,” he says, rising to his feet
as I 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. “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. The only reason I’m here is because not
showing up 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.” 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.” “Yes, of
course. But you figured that out last 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. If
he’s been watching me for a while, he’s seen me 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. 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. “You
hate me.” He says it calmly, as a statement of 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.” 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?” “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. It’s a smile nature designed for one purpose
only: to lure in unwary women and make them forget the monster
underneath. ©Anna Zaires
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 http://www.dimazales.com and check out their fantasy & science fiction books.
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