She’s on the run.
Yulia Tzakova’s freedom comes at a heavy price. Her former captor dominates her dreams, and survival consumes her waking moments. She may have escaped, but she’s far from safe.
In the shadowy world of spies and betrayal, nothing is what it seems.
He’s obsessed with getting her back.
Lucas Kent’s rage knows no bounds. The danger of his job occupies his days, but hunting down Yulia is what he lives for. When he finds her, she’ll never escape again.
He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.
Live-in tutor wanted for four-year-old. Must be willing to relocate to a remote mountain estate. $3K/week cash.
On the run from ruthless killers, I’m down to ten bucks in my wallet and a half-tank of gas in my ancient car when I spot the ad. The job sounds like the answer to my prayers, but there’s a catch.
The child’s father is the most beautiful, most dangerous man I’ve ever met.
Darkly seductive and filthy rich, Nikolai Molotov is a tantalizing mystery, a lethally alluring contradiction. Bruised knuckles and tailored suits, tender endearments and dirty promises—my new employer draws me in like a magnet, even as my instincts scream for me to run.
I should’ve heeded them… because I’m not the only one with secrets.
My safe haven just might be the devil’s lair, and once he’s claimed me, it will be too late to run.
I fought against fate, and I won. I made a deal with the devil to keep her.
It was supposed to be over. We were meant to be happy.
Too bad my enemies had other plans.
Note: This is the conclusion of Peter & Sara’s story. It is strongly recommended that you read the Twist Me and Capture Me trilogies before embarking on this book, as there will be major spoilers for those series.
The Last Humans by Dima Zales: Book 3
From a New York Times bestselling author comes the mind-blowing conclusion of The Last Humans trilogy
What does it mean to be human? What does it mean to be real?
I thought we were out of danger. I thought we’d outwitted our enemies.
I was wrong.
As my world is torn apart, survival may not be what I expected.
From New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Dima Zales, an intense new techno-thriller that pushes the limits of what it means to be human.
With billions in the bank and my own venture capital firm, I’m living the American dream. My only problem? A car accident that leaves my mother with memory problems.
Brainocytes, a new technology that can transform our brains, could be the answer to all of my problems—but I’m not the only one who sees its potential.
Plunged into a criminal underworld darker than anything I could’ve imagined, my life-saving technology might be the death of me.
My name is Mike Cohen, and this is how I became more than human.
Think your dreams are private? Think again.
As a dreamwalker, I can ease your nightmares, inspire creation, or steal memories, all for the small price of a buttload of cash. I need the money to save my mom’s life, and the clock is ticking.
Then a gorgeous illusionist comes into the picture—though those mouthwatering looks may just be his powers in action. He sends me on a job with a major paycheck, but the pucking vampires show up and ruin everything.
As usual, they suck.
Now I’m knee-deep in a murder case where the victims and the perps could all kill me with a snap of their fingers. Throw in a creepy castle, a stinky moat, and a legendary monster, and we’ve got ourselves a party. Especially when the bodies begin to pile up.
My name is Bailey Spade, and if I don’t solve this case, I’m dead.
What was missing from my life? A crazy cult that worships the ancient god of nightmares, that’s what.
When I break my most sacred vow and invade my mom’s dreams, things get complicated, fast. With Valerian’s help, I’m on a quest to boost my powers and learn to forgive myself—all while saving my home world from complete annihilation at the hands of deranged cultists.
In other words, a regular Wednesday.
The god of nightmares is real? How fun.
A mystery dreamwalker is trying to turn me homicidally insane? Business as usual.
But when a legendary seer gets involved, we end up on a world populated by necromancers. Oops. I’ll have to put on my big dreamwalker panties and learn to forgive Valerian’s betrayal before we’re all killed by Icelus… or zombies… or a deadly virus.
Not only is Phobetor real, he’s about to destroy life on every world with sentient beings. You could say he’s becoming a bit of a problem.
Unless I’m somehow the hero of an ancient prophecy—and let’s face it, I’m not—everyone I care about is in major trouble.
My name is Bailey Spade, and this is how my story ends.