Captured Boxed Set
9 Alpha Bad-Boys
Who Will Capture Your Heart
by Cathryn Fox, Eve Langlais, Mandy Rosko, Opal Carew, Pepper Winters, S.E. Smith, Sharon Page, T.J. Michaels, and Teresa Morgan
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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…
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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..
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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DEBT OF HONOR by Opal Carew
Angelica glanced down at the costume again. It was
stunning in royal blue and gold with a gorgeous design formed by the intricate
beadwork. The bottom of the bra and the hip band were dripping with beaded
fringe. It cascaded from the bra and caressed her bare midriff. She had taken
belly dance classes over the past couple of years and had eyed the instructors'
costumes, wishing she could afford one for herself, yet this was more exquisite
than any she'd ever seen.
"You like it, yes?" one of the women
asked. She seemed to be the one in charge.
"It's … beautiful."
The woman took her hand and drew her forward.
"Wonderful. The master will be pleased."
Angelica's eyes widened. They were taking her to him
in this?
When she slowed down, the women gathered around her
and kept her moving forward.
"Stop it. I won't go dressed like this."
"You must. The master has ordered it."
They quickly approached the door. Panic flooded
through her. She couldn't.
"I won't wear this!" She reached behind
her back and tried to unfasten the bra, but the unfamiliar closure and the
fussing hands of the women prevented her from succeeding. She pulled the straps
off her shoulders and tried to pull it forward.
"No, miss. You might rip it," one panicked
woman insisted.
Rip it. That's exactly what she'd do. She tugged at
the straps but they were securely fastened on. She switched to the belt and
tugged hard. Despite the women pulling at her arms, she found where it
fastened. She realized they had stopped their forward momentum as they struggled
with her. She jerked several times until finally, she heard the belt tear, then
it fell from her hips.
The women spoke frantically in their own language.
Next, she tore at the shimmering, diaphanous fabric of the skirt, ripping it
from her body. She shoved her fingertips under the bra beside her left breast
and pulled hard. The elastic gave a little and she tried to pull it upwards.
"Stop! You will ruin it."
She felt fingers working at the fastening, then the
bra loosened. One of her captors took it, scowling at Angelica.
The woman in charge stepped in front of Angelica,
her hands on her hips.
"The master will be very angry."
"Then don't tell him."
"His orders were for you to be brought to him
in that outfit."
Angelica placed her hands on her own hips, extremely
conscious of her nudity but ignoring it.
"Well, maybe it's time for him to learn that
not all his orders will be followed."
One of the women gasped. Angelica suspected the only
reason the other woman didn't seem surprised was because she didn't speak English.
She marched away from them, snatched the silk
coverlet from the bed and wrapped it around herself. She sat down, her arms
crossed over her chest as she held the coverlet firmly around herself.
She had shown them she wouldn't be pushed around,
she thought smugly. But Angelica's
smugness faded quickly when the women simply dragged her from the bed and led
her through the hallways totally naked except for the cover she clung to.
They stopped in front of a heavy wooden door in a
tall, arched doorway. The head woman knocked and the door pulled open. A tall
guard greeted her and waved them inside. The women led Angelica into a large,
sumptuous room filled with plush, upholstered couches and chairs piled high
with silk and velvet cushions, all in rich jewel tones, and ornately carved,
ebony furniture. They prodded her to the middle of the room and stood behind
her. The guard left, but she was certain he would be standing right outside,
ensuring she didn't run for it.
"What is this?" a familiar, masculine voice
demanded.
She glanced around and saw Kadin, the sinfully
gorgeous man who'd insisted she owed him a debt, and demanded she pay with her
body. She opened her mouth to voice a protest at her treatment, but his dark,
penetrating eyes stole her breath away.
His stormy gaze drifted over the blue silk coverlet
cloaking her.
She straightened her shoulders, but tightened her
hold on the fabric.
"They refused to provide me with decent
clothes."
His eyebrows raised and he stepped toward her. She
could read nothing in his coal-black eyes. His mood, whether foul or fair, was
a mystery to her. His presence filled the room and, as he approached, she had
to force herself not to cringe. Yet at the same time, her body buzzed with an
alarming excitement.
Her body reacted to him far too easily. She reminded
herself what might happen here tonight. Unfortunately, that kicked the
excitement up several notches making her insides quiver.
"I see. So you decided to cover yourself with
this." His tone, low and dangerous, sent alarm skittering through her.
Before she could comprehend what was happening, he
grabbed the blanket and yanked it from her grasp.
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.
About the Auhtors
As a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of
erotic contemporary romance, Opal Carew writes about passion, love, and taking
risks. Her heroines follow their hearts and push past the fear that stops
them from realizing their dreams… to the excitement and love of
happily-ever-after.
Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs,
sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and
red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending
activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial
arts fan.
Eve Langlais is an
International Bestselling author who loves to write hot romance. She has a
twisted imagination and a sarcastic sense of humour that will definitely make
you giggle during her stories.
TJ Michaels is a USA Today and NY Times bestselling author, and
her books have won multiple awards in several romance genres, including
paranormal, fantasy, sci-fi and urban fantasy romance. Writing like a madman,
TJ hasn’t lost steam. Her mind? Yep, that’s gone, but steam there is a-plenty.
Teresa Morgan is the author of Cinderella and the Sheikh, Handcuffed
to the Sheikh, and Sheikh with Benefits, all available at Amazon, Barnes and
Noble, and wherever else hot contemporary romance eBooks are sold. By day, she's
a mild-mannered technical writer, but by night (and lunch hours, and weekends)
she's a digital Sheherezade, weaving tales of sexy Sheikhs and the
strong-willed heroines who love them.
After selling her first book in 2004, New York Times and USA
Today Bestselling author Sharon Page has indie and traditionally published
20 novels and novellas. Her books have won many awards including two RT
Bookreviews Reviewers Choice Awards, two National Readers Choice Awards, the
Colorado Award of Romance, and the Golden Quill.
Mandy Rosko lives as a hermit with her scared of everything dog, and
she works in Ottawa, Ontario. Every once in a while she peels herself away from
writing and Internet surfing to socialize with real people. She loves
videogames, Sailor Moon, and her dog.
Pepper Winters is a NYT and USA Today International Bestseller. She
wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She
loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the
hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her
characters.
S. E. Smith is a USA TODAY and #1 International Amazon Bestselling
author who has always been a romantic and a dreamer. An avid writer, she has
spent years writing, although it has usually been technical papers for college.
Now, she spends her evenings and weekends writing and her nights dreaming up
new stories.
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