Book #1 of the 
Bestselling Consequences series:
From New York Times 
and USA Today bestselling author Aleatha Romig comes a suspenseful thriller 
about secrets and deception, passion and love, choices and consequences.
Every action has 
consequences.
Waking in an 
unfamiliar bedroom in a luxurious mansion, Claire Nichols is terrified to 
discover that a chance encounter led her into the cruel hands of her abductor, 
Anthony Rawlings. Claire has no understanding of why she’s there, but it’s been 
made abundantly clear—she is now his acquisition and every action has 
consequences.
Learn the rules to 
survive.
Facing 
incomprehensible circumstances, Claire must learn to survive her new 
reality—every aspect of her livelihood depends upon the tall, dark-eyed tycoon 
who is a true master of deception. Driven by unknown demons, he has no 
tolerance for imperfection, in any aspect of his life, including his recent 
acquisition. Anthony may appear to the world as a handsome, benevolent 
businessman, but in reality Claire knows firsthand that he’s a menacing, 
controlling captor with very strict rules: do as you’re told, public failure is 
not an option, and appearances are of the utmost importance. 
Captivate the 
captor.
To fit together the 
pieces of the puzzle, Claire must follow his rules. Will her plan work, or will 
Anthony become enthralled by Claire’s beauty, resilience, and determination, 
changing the game forever? If that happens, will either of them survive the 
consequences? 
Nobody ever did or 
ever will escape the consequences of his choices.—Alfred A. Montaper
While still in the bathroom, 
her heart rate increased when she heard the faint beep again. 
He didn’t knock. He just 
opened the door and entered. Claire imagined him surveying the empty suite. If 
she stayed in the bathroom, would he eventually come for her? Or leave? While 
she debated, he waited silently in the bedroom. It took a minute or two, but 
slowly, Claire opened the bathroom door and entered the suite.
She used all her strength to 
suppress the fears that screamed to get out, determined to meet him head-on at 
his mind game. The first things she saw as she entered the suite were his 
eyes—his dark black eyes—resembling voids or black holes. His lips were moving. 
He was talking, yet Claire could only hear the memories of the previous night. 
She walked to the bookcase at the far end of the suite, feigning strength.
The fake resolve melted as 
she turned to see the eyes staring directly at her. Then almost instantaneously, 
he was there, right in front of her. His proximity caused her stomach to 
wrench, bringing back the nasty bile from earlier.
His large hand captured her 
chin, pulling her eyes and face toward the dark voids. His strong voice was 
deep, slow, and authoritative, “Shall we try this once more.” It wasn’t a 
question but a statement. “It is customary for one person to respond to the 
greeting of another. I said good evening.”
Claire’s knees went weak at 
his touch. She wanted to yell, to run, but she couldn’t let herself. If she 
couldn’t be strong, she could at least avoid fainting. “I’m sorry. I don’t 
believe I’m feeling well.” With his grip still upon her chin, she knew he could 
feel her body tremble.
He repeated, “Good evening, 
Claire.” This time, it was more drawn-out. His eyes were so cold. Claire 
couldn’t distinguish what they said, only see the depth of their infinite 
darkness
Aleatha Romig is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling 
author who lives in Indiana. She grew up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana 
University, and is currently living south of Indianapolis. Together with her 
high-school sweetheart and husband of twenty-eight years, they've raised three 
children. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental 
hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she's not imagining 
mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time with her family and 
friends. Her pastimes include reading and creating heroes/anti-heroes who haunt 
your dreams!
 
 





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