BOOK BLITZ - CAPTURED BOXSET
Captured Boxed Set: 9 Alpha Bad-Boys Who Will Capture Your Heart
Authors: Cathryn Fox, Eve Langlais, Mandy Rosko, Opal Carew, Pepper Winters, S.E. Smith, Sharon Page, T.J. Michaels, Teresa Morgan
Publication date: September 16th 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance
Authors: Cathryn Fox, Eve Langlais, Mandy Rosko, Opal Carew, Pepper Winters, S.E. Smith, Sharon Page, T.J. Michaels, Teresa Morgan
Publication date: September 16th 2014
Genres: Adult, Romance
Synopsis
CAPTURED is a steamy
collection from today’s hottest authors featuring 9 sexy bad boys trying
to capture your heart, every way they know how. New York Times and USA
Today bestselling authors Opal Carew, Cathryn Fox, Eve Langlais, T. J.
Michaels, Sharon Page, S.E. Smith, and Pepper Winters, along with Teresa
Morgan and Mandy Rosko bring you nine tales of sensual seduction
featuring alpha male heroes determined to have their way, and willing to
do anything to get it, even if that means a little seductive
persuasion…
We’ve included a real mix of stories, from light & funny to dark & sinister, contemporary to paranormal. Seriously, for .99 you can’t go wrong!
DEBT OF HONOR by Opal Carew
Held captive by a domineering sheikh… and made to pay for a crime she did not commit
YOURS TO TAKE by Cathryn Fox
Revenge takes on a sexy twist when a powerhouse lawyer is stripped of her control by the handsome multi-millionaire she once took down in the courtroom.
ACCIDENTAL ABDUCTION by Eve Langlais
Fall in love? Never! An alien assassin turned pirate has no use for an emotion he can’t sell, but that doesn’t stop him from falling for the human he captures.
JAGUAR’S RULE by T. J. Michaels
After an irresistible night of passion with Reya, Aaron James longs to hold her close forever. Little does he know that the tall, sleek beauty has a carnal secret–and he’s the one who needs protection.
HANDCUFFED TO THE SHEIKH by Teresa Morgan
The last thing Maxine Foss ever expected was to be handcuffed to a sexy, but crazy, guy who claims he’s an Arabian prince… and is determined to seduce her. Best. Abduction. Ever.
FAST AND MINE by Sharon Page
College student Claire gets lessons in seduction from sexy, hot street bike racer, Sawyer. But when she’s kidnapped by his psychotic sponsor to force him to race, can Sawyer save her and win her heart?
BURNS LIKE FIRE by Mandy Rosko
Jack Marilla is out for revenge for the deaths of his family, and the burn scars that cover his body. To get it, he has to hunt down the woman he used to love, the paranormal fire starter who set his house ablaze with him, and his family, locked inside of it. When he catches her, however, he faces his biggest challenge yet. To not believe her when she claims to be innocent, or fall for her seduction..
DEBT INHERITANCE by Pepper Winters
Jethro Hawk receives Nila as an inheritance present on his twenty-ninth birthday. Her life is his until she’s paid off a debt that’s centuries old. He can do what he likes with her–nothing is out of bounds–she has to obey. There are no rules. Only payments..
EXCERPT - Debt Inheritance by Pepper Winters
I SAT ON my newest purchase, resting like a mechanical shadow by the curb. It didn’t glintor gleam. It
waited in black silence ready to charge into the night.
Give her options. Don’t make her suspect. Threaten only when necessary. Above all, take her without
causing attention.
The rules my father told me the morning I left to fly to Milan, repeated in my head. I was obeying. Even
though it was fucking hard. I struggled to balance my true nature with that of apolite gentleman, coaxing
a skittish woman out for dinner.
As if I would be interested in a girl like her. Meek. Skinny. Beyond fucking sheltered it was insane.
Grabbing the throttle of my bike, I waged with ignoring my father’s rules and stalking into the venue and
stealing Nila Weaver in front of everyone. She could scream, shout—it wouldn’t make a difference. But
that wasn’t allowed.
The other option was I could just fuck off and kidnap her from her hotel room.
She has to come willingly.
My father’s voice again. Kidnapping was the last resort.
I growled under my breath.
I’d let her go, not because of some decency, or concern of what would happen to her family’s happiness,
or even the upcoming pain in her future. No, I let her go, because I was my father’s son and followed a
plan. But there was a deeper reason, too.
I was a hunter. Skilled with both bow and arrow and gun. I stalked the weaker and slit their throats
when they succumbed to my careful aim.
But sometimes I liked to...miss. I liked to give them a small window of safety, all while closing the noose
when they didn’t expect it.
I liked to play with my food.
The chase was the best part. Hunting was intoxicating. And knowing I had the power to snuff out Nila
Weaver’s life the moment I caught her gave me a certain...thrill.
That was the only reason I restrained myself and followed the rules.
I had no secrets of why I would stain my hands with her blood. I had no misplaced vendettas or agendas.
Everything that would come to pass was for one simple and undisputable fact.
There was a debt to be paid. And I was the method of extraction. Plain and simple.
I’m a Hawk. She’s a Weaver.
That was all I needed to know.
In the library a week ago, while sipping on a ten thousand pound bottle of cognac, my father proceeded
to tell me a little of our history. He told me gruesome things. Dastardly things. Tears shed. Blood spilled.
He told me what happened to Nila’s mother.
He also told me why every firstborn Weaver girl had a stain upon her life. I understood it. I accepted
it. I was given the task to uphold my family’s honour. And I fully intended to extract payment as
meticulously and as painfully as possible.
It wasn’t often I was given the opportunity to make my bastard of a father proud. I didn’t intend to let
him down.
Even though I wouldn’t enjoy it.
Liar. You will enjoy it.
A tight smile twisted my lips. Fine. I would enjoy it. Nila Weaver would be my greatest trophy. I might
not be able to display her head on my wall once I was through, but I would treasure the memories.
Something told me I would no longer find pleasure in hunting hapless deer after I’d hunted a woman.
Oh, yes. I would enjoy ruining Nila, because I liked breaking things. But not in a gruesome barbaric way.
I liked to break them smoothly, gently, ruthlessly. I liked to think I transformed creatures from their
present to their potential.
Pity once Nila was transformed she wouldn’t be allowed to enjoy her evolution. She would be dead.
That was the final toll. That was her future.
To kill something so naïvely pretty...
It made me angry in a way to think of such delicate perfection snuffed out. But there was no point
thinking of the end when the chase had just begun.
"Nice bike."
My head snapped up, eyes locking onto my prey. The same prey who’d run yet returned.
She’d returned? I was right before. She truly is stupid.
Nila drifted forward, threading and unthreading her fingers. I didn’t move or utter a sound.
She responded to my silence—like everything. I’d learned that cursing and yelling could be frightening—
but silence...it was the empty void where enemies’ fears polluted. Stay quiet long enough and horror
would be struck with one whisper instead of a multitude of profanities.
She waved at my bike, her eyes wider than before...darker than before.
Deciding to grant her a reply, I said, "It’s my version of accessorising." The Harley-Davidson was a new
purchase. Sleek and sharp, nicknamed The Little Black Dress.
Stroking the throttle, I tilted my head. Her dusky skin had colour. Her pronounced cheekbones were
flushed, trailing residual temper down her neck. Something had happened.
Something had upset her.
Did she find her father, only for him to disown her and send her back to me?
I frowned. Could Archibald Weaver truly send his only daughter not once, but twice, to her death? He
knew what awaited her. He knew what would happen if he didn’t give her up. But was family honour
that strong? Or was there more to this debt than I’d been told?
Either way, it was time to go. Time to begin her nightmare.
"You returned."
She nodded. "I returned. I want something from you. And I’m not going to be shy about asking."
A flicker of surprise caught me unaware. She came across shy and timid, but there lurked steel in her
voice. Little did she know what I wanted from her in return.
"Fair enough. I have something to discuss with you."
Don’t make her suspect.
"What?"
Your future. Your death.
"Nothing important, but we need to go."
Time to begin. The time is nigh to pay your debts.
Nila came closer, shedding the tameness, and embracing courage. I would’ve been intrigued if I didn’t
already know everything about her.
Such a silly girl. A silly toy.
Whatever she wanted from me, I’d oblige. After all, she’d been given to me to do as I pleased.
And everyone knows you don’t give a pet to a killer.
CHOOSING RILEY by S. E. Smith
Things take a turn for the worse when Riley St. Claire is kidnapped by aliens and forced to choose a mate. The problem is, it would have been better, and safer, for the aliens if they had left Riley back on Earth.
We’ve included a real mix of stories, from light & funny to dark & sinister, contemporary to paranormal. Seriously, for .99 you can’t go wrong!
DEBT OF HONOR by Opal Carew
Held captive by a domineering sheikh… and made to pay for a crime she did not commit
YOURS TO TAKE by Cathryn Fox
Revenge takes on a sexy twist when a powerhouse lawyer is stripped of her control by the handsome multi-millionaire she once took down in the courtroom.
ACCIDENTAL ABDUCTION by Eve Langlais
Fall in love? Never! An alien assassin turned pirate has no use for an emotion he can’t sell, but that doesn’t stop him from falling for the human he captures.
JAGUAR’S RULE by T. J. Michaels
After an irresistible night of passion with Reya, Aaron James longs to hold her close forever. Little does he know that the tall, sleek beauty has a carnal secret–and he’s the one who needs protection.
HANDCUFFED TO THE SHEIKH by Teresa Morgan
The last thing Maxine Foss ever expected was to be handcuffed to a sexy, but crazy, guy who claims he’s an Arabian prince… and is determined to seduce her. Best. Abduction. Ever.
FAST AND MINE by Sharon Page
College student Claire gets lessons in seduction from sexy, hot street bike racer, Sawyer. But when she’s kidnapped by his psychotic sponsor to force him to race, can Sawyer save her and win her heart?
BURNS LIKE FIRE by Mandy Rosko
Jack Marilla is out for revenge for the deaths of his family, and the burn scars that cover his body. To get it, he has to hunt down the woman he used to love, the paranormal fire starter who set his house ablaze with him, and his family, locked inside of it. When he catches her, however, he faces his biggest challenge yet. To not believe her when she claims to be innocent, or fall for her seduction..
DEBT INHERITANCE by Pepper Winters
Jethro Hawk receives Nila as an inheritance present on his twenty-ninth birthday. Her life is his until she’s paid off a debt that’s centuries old. He can do what he likes with her–nothing is out of bounds–she has to obey. There are no rules. Only payments..
EXCERPT - Debt Inheritance by Pepper Winters
I SAT ON my newest purchase, resting like a mechanical shadow by the curb. It didn’t glintor gleam. It
waited in black silence ready to charge into the night.
Give her options. Don’t make her suspect. Threaten only when necessary. Above all, take her without
causing attention.
The rules my father told me the morning I left to fly to Milan, repeated in my head. I was obeying. Even
though it was fucking hard. I struggled to balance my true nature with that of apolite gentleman, coaxing
a skittish woman out for dinner.
As if I would be interested in a girl like her. Meek. Skinny. Beyond fucking sheltered it was insane.
Grabbing the throttle of my bike, I waged with ignoring my father’s rules and stalking into the venue and
stealing Nila Weaver in front of everyone. She could scream, shout—it wouldn’t make a difference. But
that wasn’t allowed.
The other option was I could just fuck off and kidnap her from her hotel room.
She has to come willingly.
My father’s voice again. Kidnapping was the last resort.
I growled under my breath.
I’d let her go, not because of some decency, or concern of what would happen to her family’s happiness,
or even the upcoming pain in her future. No, I let her go, because I was my father’s son and followed a
plan. But there was a deeper reason, too.
I was a hunter. Skilled with both bow and arrow and gun. I stalked the weaker and slit their throats
when they succumbed to my careful aim.
But sometimes I liked to...miss. I liked to give them a small window of safety, all while closing the noose
when they didn’t expect it.
I liked to play with my food.
The chase was the best part. Hunting was intoxicating. And knowing I had the power to snuff out Nila
Weaver’s life the moment I caught her gave me a certain...thrill.
That was the only reason I restrained myself and followed the rules.
I had no secrets of why I would stain my hands with her blood. I had no misplaced vendettas or agendas.
Everything that would come to pass was for one simple and undisputable fact.
There was a debt to be paid. And I was the method of extraction. Plain and simple.
I’m a Hawk. She’s a Weaver.
That was all I needed to know.
In the library a week ago, while sipping on a ten thousand pound bottle of cognac, my father proceeded
to tell me a little of our history. He told me gruesome things. Dastardly things. Tears shed. Blood spilled.
He told me what happened to Nila’s mother.
He also told me why every firstborn Weaver girl had a stain upon her life. I understood it. I accepted
it. I was given the task to uphold my family’s honour. And I fully intended to extract payment as
meticulously and as painfully as possible.
It wasn’t often I was given the opportunity to make my bastard of a father proud. I didn’t intend to let
him down.
Even though I wouldn’t enjoy it.
Liar. You will enjoy it.
A tight smile twisted my lips. Fine. I would enjoy it. Nila Weaver would be my greatest trophy. I might
not be able to display her head on my wall once I was through, but I would treasure the memories.
Something told me I would no longer find pleasure in hunting hapless deer after I’d hunted a woman.
Oh, yes. I would enjoy ruining Nila, because I liked breaking things. But not in a gruesome barbaric way.
I liked to break them smoothly, gently, ruthlessly. I liked to think I transformed creatures from their
present to their potential.
Pity once Nila was transformed she wouldn’t be allowed to enjoy her evolution. She would be dead.
That was the final toll. That was her future.
To kill something so naïvely pretty...
It made me angry in a way to think of such delicate perfection snuffed out. But there was no point
thinking of the end when the chase had just begun.
"Nice bike."
My head snapped up, eyes locking onto my prey. The same prey who’d run yet returned.
She’d returned? I was right before. She truly is stupid.
Nila drifted forward, threading and unthreading her fingers. I didn’t move or utter a sound.
She responded to my silence—like everything. I’d learned that cursing and yelling could be frightening—
but silence...it was the empty void where enemies’ fears polluted. Stay quiet long enough and horror
would be struck with one whisper instead of a multitude of profanities.
She waved at my bike, her eyes wider than before...darker than before.
Deciding to grant her a reply, I said, "It’s my version of accessorising." The Harley-Davidson was a new
purchase. Sleek and sharp, nicknamed The Little Black Dress.
Stroking the throttle, I tilted my head. Her dusky skin had colour. Her pronounced cheekbones were
flushed, trailing residual temper down her neck. Something had happened.
Something had upset her.
Did she find her father, only for him to disown her and send her back to me?
I frowned. Could Archibald Weaver truly send his only daughter not once, but twice, to her death? He
knew what awaited her. He knew what would happen if he didn’t give her up. But was family honour
that strong? Or was there more to this debt than I’d been told?
Either way, it was time to go. Time to begin her nightmare.
"You returned."
She nodded. "I returned. I want something from you. And I’m not going to be shy about asking."
A flicker of surprise caught me unaware. She came across shy and timid, but there lurked steel in her
voice. Little did she know what I wanted from her in return.
"Fair enough. I have something to discuss with you."
Don’t make her suspect.
"What?"
Your future. Your death.
"Nothing important, but we need to go."
Time to begin. The time is nigh to pay your debts.
Nila came closer, shedding the tameness, and embracing courage. I would’ve been intrigued if I didn’t
already know everything about her.
Such a silly girl. A silly toy.
Whatever she wanted from me, I’d oblige. After all, she’d been given to me to do as I pleased.
And everyone knows you don’t give a pet to a killer.
CHOOSING RILEY by S. E. Smith
Things take a turn for the worse when Riley St. Claire is kidnapped by aliens and forced to choose a mate. The problem is, it would have been better, and safer, for the aliens if they had left Riley back on Earth.
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