Review: Teased by Rebecca Zanetti

The Hunter

For almost a century, the Realm’s most deadly assassin, Chalton Reese, has left war and death in the past, turning instead to strategy, reason, and technology. His fingers, still stained with blood, now protect with a keyboard instead of a weapon. Until the vampire king sends him on one more mission; to hunt down a human female with the knowledge to destroy the Realm. A woman with eyes like emeralds, a brain to match his own, and a passion that might destroy them both—if the enemy on their heels doesn’t do so first.

The Hunted

Olivia Roberts has foregone relationships with wimpy metro-sexuals in favor of pursuing a good story, bound and determined to uncover the truth, any truth. When her instincts start humming about missing proprietary information, she has no idea her search for a story will lead her to a ripped, sexy, and dangerous male beyond any human man. Setting aside the unbelievable fact that he’s a vampire and she’s his prey, she discovers that trusting him is the only chance they have to survive the danger stalking them both.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He exhaled and stretched out long, very long, legs. “Sure you do. Your first two articles in the series detailed missing researchers from Oregon along with hints about their missing research, all leading up to an article coming next week with a big reveal. I’m assuming the big reveal is the actual research into chromosomal pairs, into extra ones belonging to an imaginary species, and you’re being duped.”

“Oh yeah?” She put her hands on her hips and pivoted in the seat to face him. “If I’m being duped, then why are people trying to either kidnap or shoot me?” She was on to the find of the century, and she needed to get back on track to meet her source for the evidence. “Let me out of this car, and I won’t press charges.”

“Do I look like I’m worried about charges?”

No. Not at all. He looked like some badass vigilante in tailored clothing. All muscle, intelligence, and…maleness. So damn male he could define the word. “You should be worried,” she countered, her stomach dropping. The guy couldn’t care less. She’d seen his face. She knew his name. “You’re going to kill me,” she whispered, her heart clenching. “Or try to,” she added quickly.

He tossed his empty water bottle into a trash receptacle near the door. “I’ve saved your life twice. If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.”

A chill crawled down her back. “But you need the information you mentioned.” Then would he kill her? Or try to?

He leaned toward her, bringing heat. “Listen, Livy. I will not kill you. I promise.”

Livy? Only her grandpop called her that, and hearing the nickname from Chalton’s handsome lips gave her odd tingles she really had to banish. She pressed her lips together. “Have you killed anybody before?

“Yes.”

She knew it. Of course he had. The guy was definitely a soldier from the way he moved. “In times of war?”

“Yes.”

Hope unfurled inside her. “In other times?”

“We’re usually at war.” He shrugged