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Hunter or Hunted?
Hunter or Hunted?
Hunter or Hunted?
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Any hunter worth his salt will tell you that in order to capture your prey, there are few simple rules you must follow…
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Release dateNov 25, 2014
ISBN9781925222173
Hunter or Hunted?

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    Hunter or Hunted? - Lily Velden

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    HUNTER OR HUNTED?

    Lily Velden

    William

    RULE # 1

    KNOW YOUR PREY

    MY GAZE rake over him as he enters my bar. He’s looking fine... mighty fine, in fact. Better, even, than he did last night, or the night before that. That’s how long I’ve been observing him.

    His jeans are dark and hang low on his hips, neither tight nor baggy. They advertise his package, and that sexy rump of his, without putting it all out on a platter. I like that. I like it a lot.

    His T-shirt is charcoal gray, with a design on the front picked out in black, white, and a lighter shade of gray that looks to be a Celtic cross with a hovering dragon. The tee hangs just over the waistband of his jeans, and every time he lifts his arm to garner the attention of one of my barmen, I catch a glimpse of tawny skin. And just like an ice-cream cone begs to be licked, so, too, does his belly.

    It might be the beginning of summer, but his hair is autumn. It’s a riot of reds and browns, with the odd bit of gold that glints when he passes directly under one of the bar lights. Unlike most redheads, though, there’s not a freckle to be found on his beautiful face. And his face is, indeed, beautiful. Only the squareness of his jaw and the strength of his cheekbones save it from being feminine.

    Gorgeous. The guy is gorgeous. No doubt about it. He knows it, too. He’s only too aware that every chick in the joint is soaking her panties at the thought of taking his cock in her tight little snatch. Their panting after him is a waste of time, of course. The guy definitely prefers cock to cleft. Not that his preference would prove a hindrance, as probably half the guys here would drop their pants for him too. He’s that kind of gorgeous.

    He walks with a sexy arrogance that is almost tangible. He’s so fucking sure of himself. I love it. Guys like him are my absolute favorites. They are so much fun to bring to their knees.

    He looks to be in his early twenties, and he’s hanging out with friends—a bunch of college dudes, which supports my theory—same as he has for the past two nights. Same as they all do. My bar is the place to go. I make sure of that. When you like to hunt as much as I do, it’s just common sense to bait your lair as attractively as possible. And my joint does attract them, like flies to honey. It’s the same every college break. They

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