~ Zara West ~
Author of Romance
Where finding love is always an adventure…
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What readers say…
“As soon as the word murderer appeared I knew this would continue on into a good mystery. Keep on writing such wonderful mysteries.” Rosalie Grady
“I really enjoyed this book. The plot was interesting, with a few twists to keep the reader guessing. The writing is good, the characters come alive easily and I found myself enmeshed in the story very quickly.” Heather Guimond, Bookery Bytes
“There are plenty of saucy moments, and colorful characters that paint their way along the graffiti covered walls of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. This is a novel that will keep you up at night waiting for the next romantic encounter or the next moment of danger.” The Rose 5 Star Amazon review
“This novel is a mystery from start to finish as both Ari and Melissa try to find his missing sister, Bella. There’s an interesting twist at the end which will sort of throw you for a loop, not to mention an unbelievably intense and exciting final confrontation that will have you gripping the edges of your Kindle in anticipation.” Romance4theBeach
“…the plot draws one in with suspense, twists and turns, sizzling chemistry, and smoldering romance. This suspense-laden love story will appeal to readers of many genres and leave one satisfied as they reach the conclusion to this intriguing and entertaining read.” Jana Shay Ind’tale Magazine
“Beneath the Skin is a very visual novel, it would be perfect for film. As I read, I could see the episodes as they would be brought to life on television.- the art show, the spray painting, the sex scenes, the tattoo parlors, the confrontations. I found the characters interesting and believable, especially the spray paint assemblage and antics of the graffiti boys. The hot sex scenes were very well realized. Interesting to see how the author wove in her obvious knowledge of Greece and the Greek language. I wondered whether Zara West had invented Ari’s artwork or had seen paintings of this type. Altogether a great read!” Lillian Krasner 5 Star Amazon review
“I love smart, sophisticated romantic suspense stories that are not cookie cutter. Beneath the Skin exceeded all my expectations. Loved it!!! Strongly recommend it! By the end of the first chapter I was hooked and could not put it down. Plan for a quiet day, relax, read and enjoy!” S.E.H. 5 Star Amazon review
Beneath the Skin Book 1 in The Skin Quartet
Ex-Olympic wrestler and reclusive billionaire artist Aristides Stavros has one mission—to rescue his sister, a popular Williamsburg, Brooklyn tattoo artist from the old enemy who has kidnapped her. But at every turn he is confronted by anthropologist Melissa Dermot. Is she just an innocent girl in over her head or is she working for the international crime boss holding his sister? Only one thing is certain, when Ari holds the beautiful Asian-American in his arms questions of guilt and innocence fade against an undeniable fiery attraction. But can their wild passionate love survive the tangled web of long hidden secrets, intentional deceit, and murderous revenge that lie just beneath the surface?
“You.” Aristides Stavros loomed over her.
“What are you doing here?”
She peered up at the artist’s twisted face and backed farther down the steps. A doorknob poked her in the back. Panicked, she twisted it open and dashed into an unlit basement storeroom.
She stumbled forward into the dark, tripped over a metallic cylindrical object, and landed on her stomach. All the air whooshed out of her. Rectangular objects with sharp corners tumbled around her, jabbing her in the arms and neck. Rough cloth scraped her skin.
On the staircase above her, the beast hovered in the doorway like a predator scenting his prey. For a second, he hesitated, then he dashed down the steps and moved toward her, huffing as he shoved objects out of the way. She pushed herself up on hands and knees and scuttled further into the dark.
“Sto diávolo. Where are you? If you destroy any of these paintings, I will have your hide, or at least my lawyer will.” He came closer. “Busy man, my lawyer, and to think I almost didn’t hire one.”
She scrabbled back and touched torn canvas. Heavens, these were his paintings—the ones that sold for thousands of dollars.
She was in deep, deep trouble.