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Fallen angels rule Moscow’s seedy underworld, promising untold pleasure to the females who dare to mate them. That promise—and Brends Duranov’s own raw sexual power—has hopefuls mobbing the velvet rope outside his elite club G2’s. But Mischka Baran has no intention of hooking up with one of the Fallen. Not even after Brends gives her an unforgettable taste of the sin and seduction he can deliver with those wicked lips. She’s after information, not a stint as some fallen angel’s toy of the month. What she doesn’t know is that with a sadistic killer carving up his brethren, Brends is playing for keeps, hunting the one woman whose bloodline can end the mayhem, whose bond can restore his lost wings. "The perfect alpha male- sexy as hell and demanding... The raw energy of the males in this story make for a tantalizingly, erotic read. Fans of fallen angels will eat this one up.” -- Anna's Book Blog “Bond With Me is a very dark erotic romance. Brends and Mischka’s chemistry is titillating right from the moment they first meet and their romance is sweet, yet exciting even beyond their smoking hot sexual relationship.” -- Fiction Vixen Book Reviews “Dark and dangerous are the first 2 words that come to my mind when I read this book. Brends is the ultimate bad boy and makes no apologies for his nature or behavior.” -- Bookaholics A 2011 Reader's Crown finalist! ### Review "Marsh quickly draws you in and then shoots you down a dark and twisty tunnel....the pace keeps the  reader motivated to find out what happens next." —RT Book Reviews on *The Hunt* "*The Hunt* marks Anne Marsh's debut novel and what an entrance! I was completely hooked from the first paragraph all the way through till the end. Ms. Marsh shows a true gift in weaving fun and charismatic characters that will leave you wanting more of her Hunter's Mate romances." —ParaNormal Romance Reviews on *The Hunt* ### About the Author A professional technical writer, Anne discovered that getting laid off was actually A Very Good Thing. While looking for her next writing gig, she picked up her pen (well, okay, she used her writing as an excuse to buy a new Apple laptop) and started writing. She soon discovered that writing was uncomfortably similar to sit-ups: add a few more crunches each day, wake up sore, but, by God, you will fit into that bikini. Or finish the book (she’s still working on the bikini). Now she cranks out software manuals during the daylight hours– and writes about alpha shapeshifters the rest of the time.