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Title: LETHAL LIES
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Author: Rebecca Zanetti
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Series: Blood Brothers, #2
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On Sale: May 16, 2017
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Publisher: Forever
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Trade Paperback: $14.99 USD
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eBook: $5.99 USD
“4 1/2 stars! Top pick! This is a true thriller
that will keep readers frantically flipping the pages as death and danger come
at the protagonists from several directions.
Zanetti's brilliance at storytelling is on full display...When it comes
to high-octane thrillers, they don't get better than Zanetti!” —RT Book Reviews on LETHAL LIES
“Zanetti
balances the adventure and menace of Zara and Ryker's lives with a relatable
romance. The result is a story that's sexy and emotional, and filled with a
rich look at love in all its forms.” —The
Washington Post on DEADLY SILENCE
“Budget
your time, readers, because this is one that's hard to put down.” —HeroesandHeartbreakers.com
on DEADLY SILENCE
A deadly
secret can't stay buried forever . . .
Revenge. It's the only
thing that will help Anya Best sleep at night. The serial killer who murdered
her sister is on the loose, and Anya will stop at nothing to put him behind
bars—even use herself as bait to lure him out of hiding. But she can't do this
alone.
Private investigator Heath
Jones's job is to bring bastards to justice. This time it's personal. He knew
the Copper Killer's latest victim so when her sister asks for his help, he's
all in. But when Anya uses the media to taunt the killer, she exposes Heath's
identity, putting them both in jeopardy. Now, secrets buried long ago are
coming to light and the forces determined to destroy him are watching Heath's
every move, waiting to exact their own revenge. And they'll use anything and
anyone to get to Heath.
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THE BLOOD BROTHERS SERIES
DEADLY
SILENCE, #1
LETHAL
LIES, #2
TWISTED
TRUTHS, #3
Here’s
an excerpt for your reading pleasure.
“All the more reason to get you out of town,” Heath said
quietly.
She shook her head. “No. I’m staying.” Her words were brave,
but her chest hurt. No way could she deal with a serial killer all on her own.
She could train every day for the rest of her life and not end up as practiced
or as deadly as Heath already was, and she knew it. “I understand you have
other cases and people after you. So leave, and I’ll handle this myself.”
“Those are big words, baby,” he said softly.
Her lip quivered, and she bit down on it. “I know. I
promised her, Heath. It’s all I have left to give to her.”
He paused, understanding crossing his expression. “Ah,
sweetheart. Your sister wouldn’t want that for you.” His voice turned velvety
and soft. Soothing.
Anya nodded. “I know. But she was my sister. We shared blood
and part of a childhood. She took me trick-or-treating when I was five, and
it’s one of my best memories. Then when I needed help as an adult, she didn’t
hesitate. She came to me right away, like family. She was the first person I
really cared about in far too long, and it hurts like hell that I got her
killed.”
He breathed out, the emotion in his eyes deepening.
She swallowed. “I have to do this for her. Either you
understand that or you don’t.”
“Why don’t you just let us handle it?”
She pressed her point. “I could, but you need me. I’m the
bait.” Inwardly, she winced at the description. That wouldn’t help her to convince
him. “Also, here’s the deal. This could be a long op. At some point, you have
to leave and deal with whatever is haunting you from your past. When you do,
I’ll just challenge him again, and next time you won’t be around to assist.”
“That’s extortion,” Heath said, amusement curving his lip.
She grinned. “Apparently I’m getting quite good at it.”
Heath shook his head. “You’re putting me in an untenable
position, baby.”
“No, I’m not.” She shrugged out of his hold. Finally. “I’m
not yours to protect, Heath. We’re not together, and we’re not responsible for each
other.” The words sliced through her even as she said them. “You’ve been more
than clear on that score.”
“There’s something here, Anya. Maybe something real and
lasting, if I get everything done I need to do.”
She blinked. “What’s that?”
“The less you know the better. Believe me.”
“What a bunch of bullshit. Go back to your ‘This is fake’
proclamation,” she all but yelled. “Your position is one of work . . . and this
is just work.”
His chin lifted. “You think this is just work?” The tone—low
and filled with tension—zinged through her body.
Her legs trembled with the urge to take a step back. “Yes.”
“Want me to prove otherwise?” His eyes darkened to the color
of the sky right before midnight hit.
As a threat, as a warning, it was damn good. But she’d gone
too far to give in now. “You can’t.” Yeah, she’d just waved a red flag in front
of a bull.
He didn’t move a muscle. His focus on her was so absolute,
she wanted to squirm. “You’re into challenging dangerous men these days, aren’t
you?”
She kept her stance. “You’re not all that dangerous, Heath.”
His smile stole her breath. Then he moved. Faster than she
could track, he had her by the armpits and up in the air as he carried her
toward the bedroom with such speed that her legs automatically wound around to
clasp his rib cage. By the time she sucked in air to protest, her butt was on
the bed, and he was flattening himself over her.
She struggled, her body on fire, fighting the urge to laugh
out loud.
His mouth crushed hers, and she stilled.
Heat.
Fire.
True danger.
He held nothing back, kissing her hard, pressing her head
into the comforter. His tongue worked hers, his powerful body plastered against
hers, and his hands dug into her hair to hold her in place. Desire spun so
quickly into need she couldn’t breathe, even when he wasn’t controlling her
mouth.
She shifted against him, closing her eyes to kiss him back.
This was what she’d wanted. All of this.
He nipped her lip, soothing the slight pain with another
kiss. Then he traced along her jawline, kissing and nipping, finally reaching
her earlobe, where he bit.
She arched against him, letting out a soft sigh.
“Anya.” His fingers tangled in her hair, and erotic pain
tingled down her scalp. One of his strong arms slid around her waist and then down.
His palm spread across her butt, and he ground her against his hard cock.
Pleasure swamped her, and mini explosions flew through her
sex. The idea passed, somewhat fleetingly, that he wasn’t playing. Not at all.
Yet she couldn’t stop herself. Her knees widened, and she
rubbed against him. “This feels real,” she whispered.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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| Rebecca Zanetti Credit Dylan Patrick |
Rebecca
Zanetti is the author of over twenty-five romantic suspense, dark paranormal,
and contemporary romances, and her books have appeared multiple times on the
New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon bestseller lists. She has received a
Publisher's Weekly Starred Review for Wicked Edge, Romantic Times Reviewer
Choice Nominations for Forgotten Sins and Sweet Revenge, and RT Top Picks for
several of her novels.
She
lives in the wilds of the Pacific Northwest with her own alpha hero, two kids,
a couple of dogs, a crazy cat...and a huge extended family. She believes strongly in luck, karma, and
working her butt off...and she thinks one of the best things about being an
author, unlike the lawyer she used to be, is that she can let the crazy out.
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Thanks
for stopping by today. Do you think secrets stay buried?
“This feels real,” she whispered.
ReplyDeleteIt reads real too. Wowsers.
Probably not a good idea to taunt the killer like that.
ReplyDeleteMy closet of secrets would be rather empty...
It sounds as though this one packs a punch, Mason. And it's an interesting premise. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteRebecca Zanetti's romantic suspense thrillers are top-notch!!! As long as one human being knows a secret, there's always a strong possibility that it won't stay buried!!!
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