Seventeen-year-old Ciera Fulbright is a Huntress. Just not a very good one.
At least, that’s what she’s always believed. She has all the innate abilities of a Huntress (heightened senses, speed, and agility), but her parents have never really taken the time to train her (or pay much attention to her at all, really). Hunters are the judge, jury, and executioners of the supernatural world, bringing justice to any supernatural who kills a human. Ciera dreads every summer spent in
Ciera dreams of being free from the supernatural world--until she saves the mysterious Altair de la Rosa from a dangerous group of ex-Hunters. Altair’s an Avian, a being who uses the blood of other supernaturals as his power source. The rest of the supernatural world looks down on them and are afraid of their strange abilities, but Ciera doesn’t care. Altair’s confidence in her allows her to tap into her powers like never before. She’s drawn to him--almost supernaturally so--but the air of mystery he comes with could be more dangerous than enticing.
But there are worse things brewing than her love life. Her parents are not who they seem and may even be part of the group of ex-Hunters who nearly killed Altair. When hints of her parents’ betrayal surface, Ciera and Altair are forced to escape across
HUNTER & HUNTED, a young adult paranormal/romance is complete at 74,000 words with a sequel planned.
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HUNTER & HUNTED
I hated hunting. Especially with my parents, who looked forward to each outing with disturbing anticipation.
I only wished I was talking about hunting animals.
Usually I loved being anywhere near the ocean, but this wasn’t the place to go for a casual swim. Craggy limestone rocks scraped against the thin t-shirt on my back as spray from the ocean rained down over me. The smell of sea and salt was so strong, my eyes burned with it. Huge walls of rock were against my back, dark and shiny from the water. The
I told myself I chose the spot because it was a good vantage point, but the truth was I was hiding. Another wave crashed as I shifted my attention back to the tense scene before me.
My parents, suited up in their leather battle gear, stalked toward their prey. My mother’s katana, with its long, curved blade, glinted in the sun. My father’s claymore was still sheathed across his back.