1. His Perfect Prey - Floral Discreet Edition

Don’t miss the opportunity to own this beautifully crafted special edition hardback. It showcases a silver-foiled hardcover accentuated by meticulously custom sprayed edges.

Tropes:

🗝️ mafia romance

🗝️ secret society

🐺 primal play

🖤 dark romance

❤️ Little Red Riding Hood and the Big, Bad Wolf

The rules of the Hunt: The prey will have a ten minute head start to run.

At the signal, the hunter will enter the woods. The Hunt has begun.

If the prey isn’t captured before midnight, she gets $10,000.

If she makes it until dawn, she gets $100,000. 

But if the hunter catches her, she’s his for the night. 

There’s one final, secret rule only the hunter knows: what the hunter catches, he keeps. His prey will become his elita, his chosen. She will belong to him. Forever. 

Let the hunt begin…

Author's Note: His Perfect Prey is a dark romance with intense sensual scenes. It is a standalone and ends with a Happily Ever After. 

ps. This hardback is not signed. 

Read on for an excerpt:

I dash between the trees, racing with my arms outstretched to push through the branches. Briars scratch at my bare limbs and face. 

Overhead a full moon shines bright. It’s helping me see my way through this thicket, but I know it’s illuminating the dress I’m wearing. The white is the opposite of camouflage. I might as well be spot lit on a stage. 

The jerk who’d hired me made me put on this white dress. Luckily it’s the end of summer, and the night’s aren’t that cold. I’m barefoot, too. It’s obvious I’m supposed to fulfill some specific fantasy. This is the Hunt, and I’m the poor, helpless prey. Half-clothed, dressed like a virgin ready for sacrifice.

Whatever. As long as I get paid.

Waitressing isn’t enough to get me and my sister out of the mess her ex has made. I need the thousand dollars Mr. St. James offered me to take this gig. He also dangled a bonus if I keep from getting caught before midnight. He wants me incentivized to give the patron a real hunt.

If I last until midnight, I get ten thousand dollars. But if I make it until morning, he’ll give me a hundred thousand in unmarked bills.

That’s the goal. A thousand dollars will help our problems. Ten thousand will fix them.

One hundred thousand will change our lives. I have to keep from getting caught. 

I strip off the white dress as I run. I rip it into pieces and hang one strip on a low branch. It hovers suspended in the air like a ghost.

I weave through the towering oaks, leaving scraps of my dress on the branches of the smaller elms and holly trees. Red herrings to throw the hunter off my scent.

But now I’m not wearing anything. And my pale skin is a beacon in the night. 

The woods end, and I race through the long grasses of the lawn. My feet slide into mud, and I flail to keep from falling. The black glimmer in front of me must be a small pond. 

Behind me, back at the Lodge, there’s a blast of a horn. The long, low note sends chills up my arms.

That must be the signal St. James told me about. He promised me that I’d know when the hunter headed out after me.

I’m running out of time.

The hunt has begun.