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Jackie Ivie's Huntedida 2016 winner
The Chronicles of The Hunter #1
by Jackie Ivie
Release date: June 24, 2016

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Book 1 in Jackie Ivie's new paranormal series about dark angels!


The rules were clear. Complete the assignment. Clear out. Stay hidden. Whatever happens, do not engage.

Kane's one of The Hunters. Special-forces trained. Structurally balanced. Aerobically fit. Strong. Powerful. Tough. Deadly accurate. Emotionless. To an inhuman level. He's got an assignment. Protect a young woman who is somebody's hit.

LeeAnn is a CPA because she likes numbers. Figures never lie, but her business partner just might be. She's got a meeting in Miami with him. She's not thrilled to be here. She expects an explanation. A lot of sun. Sand. Heat. Maybe some hot guys to look at. She sure wasn't expecting Kane.

Miami just got a whole lot hotter...



She lifted her head. She might have glanced toward him. He didn’t check. He was in a realm of suspended motion, while pretending to regard the row of stalls facing them. She craned her neck, turning away to look over exactly what he was. And that just put her perfect bosom on display! Despite the idiocy of it, Kane glanced down. One breast was getting smashed and lifted by contact with him. The other was barely held in check by her little bikini bra. As he watched, the pink tone of her skin went darker. She turned back to him, but didn’t look up. She was focused on the approximate area of his upper chest.

“Oh. Geez. I am so sorry,” she whispered.

“You have to do something for me, LeeAnn. Okay?”

“I don’t know what got into me.”

“Don’t move. Okay? Don’t even twitch.”

“Kane. Um—.”

“I’m about to do something really stupid. Ill-advised. And dangerous.”

She lifted her gaze to his. Making eye contact with her was a huge mistake. Even through his dark lenses. The connection sent a swell of sound through his ears while a bolt of electricity shot through him, singeing skin the entire way.


Her mouth made the gesture. She may have said it. He didn’t hear anything except a long, drawn-out, perfectly pitched note. He couldn’t think. He just stood there, vibrating with the effort of keeping everything checked. Held in place. Locked.

Her eyebrow lifted as she waited. And Kane replied with something his mind hadn’t cleared.

“I am going to kiss you.”

She gasped. Her lips curved slightly in a smile. Despite the hold he exerted everywhere, he almost returned it.

“You are?” she asked.

He licked his lips. “Yeah.”

Oh. Shit.

She moved.





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