Elliot Hensworth, one of the Realm’s mightiest warriors, was sent to the other side to guard the weakening wall between the Realms. The last thing he needs is a petite sexy neighbor with her inquisitive children to find out that he isn't what he seems.
The Hunter’s Realm is a story of strength, love and courage, face your worst fears and survive, to put your faith and trust in another person and the joy that comes when you do.
The Hunter's Realm
Brianna Hughes
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Excerpt 1
Pulling his hood down over his face in the shadow, the keen hunter watched with rapacious eyes, the predatory animal in him taking over as his prey hovered over the open dumpster. With a quick look around and blonde curls jiggling, the little mite dove into the giant trash for something, probably a snack since the pixies did like to eat at this time of night.Now time to earn his keep.
He stood up silently and prowled forward to peer over the edge of the bin. His prey, oblivious to his presence, nibbled on a discarded French fry with great gusto. With a swoop, the net came down, the low whistle of its flight not enough warning. With a scoop and a flick, he trapped the pixie within its silken threads. The little creature went into panic mode, its little body thrashing and twisting inside the net, its squeaky words coming so fast they were incomprehensible.
“Enough!” snapped Elliot, almost immediately feeling contrite. He’d have fought, too, if someone had trapped him like a bug.
The pixie settled down and peered up at him with big jewel-like eyes, the reproach in them making the hunter uncomfortable.
“Don’t look at me like that. You know you’re not allowed to cross the border.” The pixie’s eyes glistened. Elliot felt guilt poking him hard. After all, he happened to love greasy fries and burgers too and he could understand the temptation.
“Don’t do that,” he said, sighing. Why do I feel like such a bully?
Squashing his guilt, he reminded himself of the job at hand. “You know you’ve got to go back.” Pulling out a small jar with holes in the lid, he lifted the net up and showed it to the pixie.
He stood up silently and prowled forward to peer over the edge of the bin. His prey, oblivious to his presence, nibbled on a discarded French fry with great gusto. With a swoop, the net came down, the low whistle of its flight not enough warning. With a scoop and a flick, he trapped the pixie within its silken threads. The little creature went into panic mode, its little body thrashing and twisting inside the net, its squeaky words coming so fast they were incomprehensible.
“Enough!” snapped Elliot, almost immediately feeling contrite. He’d have fought, too, if someone had trapped him like a bug.
The pixie settled down and peered up at him with big jewel-like eyes, the reproach in them making the hunter uncomfortable.
“Don’t look at me like that. You know you’re not allowed to cross the border.” The pixie’s eyes glistened. Elliot felt guilt poking him hard. After all, he happened to love greasy fries and burgers too and he could understand the temptation.
“Don’t do that,” he said, sighing. Why do I feel like such a bully?
Squashing his guilt, he reminded himself of the job at hand. “You know you’ve got to go back.” Pulling out a small jar with holes in the lid, he lifted the net up and showed it to the pixie.
Teaser 1
"What’s this?" asked Rea, holding up a wrench he'd pilfered from the toolbox.
"A wrench, it's for tightening things."
"What’s this?" Rea asked again, holding up something Kellie had never seen.
"It’s called a level which is made so things aren't tilting."
And on it went, he even let the kids help him tighten bolts, guiding their hands to turn the wrench and getting them to hand him tools as he worked. The kids had taken to him like a fish to water, and Kellie watched, amazed. They didn't even squabble once, a miracle in its own right.
Kellie knew she should be getting more done, but found herself mesmerized into watching him, instead. Like a new breed of animal she'd never seen, she studied him, trying to understand what made him tick, but she watched him all morning and came no closer to understanding him.
"A wrench, it's for tightening things."
"What’s this?" Rea asked again, holding up something Kellie had never seen.
"It’s called a level which is made so things aren't tilting."
And on it went, he even let the kids help him tighten bolts, guiding their hands to turn the wrench and getting them to hand him tools as he worked. The kids had taken to him like a fish to water, and Kellie watched, amazed. They didn't even squabble once, a miracle in its own right.
Kellie knew she should be getting more done, but found herself mesmerized into watching him, instead. Like a new breed of animal she'd never seen, she studied him, trying to understand what made him tick, but she watched him all morning and came no closer to understanding him.
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Teaser 2
She couldn't deny his wonderful work ethics. Like a busy little ant, he went through the house diligently. Kellie made him the list he asked for and by the end of the afternoon, he'd tackled it all and even fixed some things she hadn't even noticed. Like the handle on her dresser drawer; it had to be her underwear one, of course. He'd just casually dumped it on the bed. Her waist high granny panties, all in the exciting color of white, poured out.
Okay, so she shopped for comfort instead of sexy. It wasn't like anyone usually saw them, but talk about embarrassing. After he'd fixed the drawer she dived onto the bed to put them back, the thought of him handing her underwear somehow too intimate for her to handle.
He'd of course just grinned, a cocky smile that he liked to use a lot and made her insides turn upside down each time he did.
Okay, so she shopped for comfort instead of sexy. It wasn't like anyone usually saw them, but talk about embarrassing. After he'd fixed the drawer she dived onto the bed to put them back, the thought of him handing her underwear somehow too intimate for her to handle.
He'd of course just grinned, a cocky smile that he liked to use a lot and made her insides turn upside down each time he did.
Excerpt 2
After all, wasn't every day that a total hottie almost landed in her lap wearing low-hipped track pants and no shirt to hide the flattest stomach and most deliciously muscled arms ever? However, that's all she'd be doing--looking. No touching, definitely no touching. But God, those clear, bright blue eyes and sun streaked, golden tousled hair almost made her change her mind.
"Sorry if we bothered you," she said. "We've been cleaning all morning, and the twins needed to let off some steam."
"It is I who must apologize for the irregular behavior. I assure you that it will not be happening again," he said, shrugging sheepishly.
Rea tugged on her hand so she looked down.
"Is he a powceman, mommy?" he said in a loud whisper that sprayed from his lips.
Good question. Kellie looked at the stranger. Good looks aside, why had he dived into their yard with a gun?
"No, I'm not a policeman. Although, I do work with them occasionally, I'm an oddity investigator or maybe easier to be known as a missing persons investigator," he answered.
Kellie's eyes widened and in spite of her vow to stay celibate, her libido woke up and yawned with interest. Go back to sleep, she told her awakening body. I swore off men, remember?
"Sorry if we bothered you," she said. "We've been cleaning all morning, and the twins needed to let off some steam."
"It is I who must apologize for the irregular behavior. I assure you that it will not be happening again," he said, shrugging sheepishly.
Rea tugged on her hand so she looked down.
"Is he a powceman, mommy?" he said in a loud whisper that sprayed from his lips.
Good question. Kellie looked at the stranger. Good looks aside, why had he dived into their yard with a gun?
"No, I'm not a policeman. Although, I do work with them occasionally, I'm an oddity investigator or maybe easier to be known as a missing persons investigator," he answered.
Kellie's eyes widened and in spite of her vow to stay celibate, her libido woke up and yawned with interest. Go back to sleep, she told her awakening body. I swore off men, remember?
About the Author
A little about me is I am a person who loves life and living in the moment. I have found a deep passion in my life in writing romance and erotica novels as much as I enjoy reading them too. I started writing as a hobby and since have been inspired to publish what I have. My heroines are always strong women that can stand up for themselves.
My favorite genre to write is Paranormal, but I am delving into other genres as well. My passion is to express how I feel and see romance, sex, and creatures of the unknown come alive on the pages of my books. Immortal highlanders, witches, vampires, Lycans, warlocks and many more, some of my work is inspired by daydreaming , but mostly by a wild imagination. I am now exploring, Contemporary, Fantasy, Historical and Western Romance, as well as Erotica. I am also thinking of doing a few YA books too.
My first book was published on May 7, 2012, ever since Blood Ties (Wicked Blood Series #1) hit the shelves it has been great and a dream come true. Taking the characters that are in my head and bringing life to them is accelerating. I am staying very busy these days as I am working on three more books for this year. One is another in the Wicked Blood Series and another from my Marshal’s Series and a final one with my Co-Author J.L.Raven.
Coming June 20,2014 I will be releasing another novel, this is a fantasy romance entitled, “The Hunter’s Realm” published by BookRhythm.
I could not have gotten this far without the Lord's help and several friends and family.
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