Hunter’s Fury

New Adult - Paranormal - Sensual Romance

HuntersFuryCoverArtEllie Burke enjoyed a low-key job and weekend barhopping with her group of early-twenties friends, until the night a Fury killed her best friend and marked her to be turned next. Now the only hope of stopping her transformation into an evil heart-eating beast is to join Fury hunters, Yas and Hunter Payne. One wants to protect her, the other thinks they should kill her before it's too late.

As they travel the country, the brothers tell Ellie how they came to be Fury hunters. Present and past weave together as Ellie learns the truth about Hunter's mysterious ways. Can Hunter protect Ellie from being turned into a Fury? Can Ellie keep herself from falling for Hunter? Is there a cure to cleanse away the Fury poison within? The answers for the future may be held in the past, back farther than either of them can possibly imagine. amazon-buy-buttonbtndbp   Excerpt "What are you doing?" I gasp as Hunter maneuvers me toward the wall. His arms wrap around me and he presses his solid body against mine. I breathe in sharply. He smells good. A mixture of soft leather, fresh soap, rugged aftershave… and that delectable smell uniquely belonging to Hunter. "Protecting you," he replies, his voice rigid. With one muscular arm he encapsulates my head and pushes my face into his thick neck. The coarse scruff of his facial hair scratches my forehead. His pulse pounds against my cheek, warm and fast. "Are they here?" I ask in a hushed whisper, my lips grazing his neck. Hunter inclines his head a fraction of an inch in affirmation. I'm immersed in a wave of panic. The fear is palpable. It tastes metallic and it causes my muscles to tense even in Hunter's protective embrace. They're here. For me. How did it come to this? How is it that the only thing keeping me from a destiny of perpetual torment is this young man, Hunter Payne? This story could begin the night Hunter's father was slaughtered. Or perhaps when his father murdered the mother of Hunter's older brother. Or maybe it has more to do with Hunter's own mother. As important as those things are the real start to this story is as old as history -- actually older than pre-history. It would be difficult for me to dictate the annals of time bringing things to this point. I guess it's best for me to start this story when I entered it. To avoid sounding hopelessly cliché, I'll skip all the Once Upon A Time nonsense because there doesn't appear to be a happy ending in my future. Nope, just evil, torment, and -- if I'm lucky -- death. Nonetheless, my tale begins on a Friday evening like most Friday evenings for people my age…