Compelling from start to finish, Ms. Hunter gives us another engaging tale of passion and courage, and reminds us that strength and understanding can sometimes be found in the most unlikely places.

- Michelle Leah Olson, Goodreads Reviewer

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Shae inhaled deeply, counted to ten, and prayed a madman hadn't abducted her.

He remained hunkered down in front of her, eyes cool, his powerful forearms braced on his muscular, leather-clad thighs. Small scars marred his tanned fingers he kept loosely clasped in front of him. He wore a wide, corded leather band on one thick wrist and several narrow ones on his other. His black t-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders like a second skin, the short sleeves revealing bulging biceps. On his left one, he sported a sword-like tattoo made up of a myriad of intricate designs. It was unusual, like nothing she'd ever seen.

With those clothes and his long, ropey hair, he dressed like an extra from a movie shoot or something.

"You can't keep me here," she tried to reason with him. "You have to let me go. My uncle will be frantic and calling the cops by now."

"Not until you answer my questions. Those dead men?"

She scowled, all thoughts of being calm and rational flying out the window. He'd accosted her outside the club, kidnapped her, and now he expected her to answer his damn questions? "Just what the hell are you talking about? What dead men?"

Sure, he was infuriatingly good-looking, but then so was Ted Bundy.

At the thought of the serial killer who'd charmed and murdered several college girls, Shae sprang to her feet and bulleted for the door. He grabbed her around the waist. Crap, she'd forgotten how fast he could move.

"Lemme go!" She hit him, but he merely swept her into his arms like she was some delicate freakin' daisy and carried her back. Furious, she bit him. Hard. And hoped her teeth did some real damage to his biceps.

An annoyed grunt escaped him. "Stop that, you little hellcat."

Like a bag of unwanted grain, he dropped her on her butt, back on the mat again.

Pain jarred up her spine, and she clenched her teeth. But the three angry, red streaks scored on his powerful forearm had her blinking.

She'd done that? Shocked to her core at her dreadful behavior, Shae opened her mouth to apologize but when she met those burning yellow eyes that had taken on hints of orange, a spurt of anger cut through her guilt. "This is kidnapping. I'm gonna have your barbaric ass thrown in jail!"

"Try. When you're ready to talk, scream. Maybe I'll hear you, maybe I won't." His eyes like flint, he stalked out, shutting the door quietly behind him, only to stride back inside. He crossed to the far end of the room, grabbed all the swords from the stand there, and walked out again. Leaving behind a small fridge. Right then, she wanted to fling the appliance at his arrogant head. Except he looked like he could break her neck with just one hand.

She had to get out of here before he came back.

The storyline is solid, tense, and well thought out. I was pulled in immediately, before I finished the first page, and the book held my interest all the way through, without letting up a single time. Absolute Surrender is a good, solid story, the kind you can sink your teeth into--one you'll want to keep on your shelf and come back to visit again and again.

- Regan, reviewer

Hunter captivates with another strong and sexy heroine and the delicious alpha immortal who loves her. The perfect balance of action, conflict, and romance, and proof that sense of self is just as important as true and everlasting love.

- Literal Addiction

If you love paranormal romances with characters that heat up the page, you don't wantto miss this book and all its surprises.

- LiaL, The Romance Reviews