I'm an erotic romance writer published with Loose Id, Ellora's Cave, Liquid Silver Books, and Etopia Press. I live in Ohio and spend every available moment writing, plotting, and learning more about the craft. I'm also back in school, majoring, for the moment, in Biology ♥
"I love how much effort you put into your stories and your characters. It's more than just erotic romance. It's a fully developed story."
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"I've been reading this author for a while now. It is very satisfying to see how much she has grown as a writer. Her books were always good - but this one is great." Joellen from Goodreads
"The world building in Dark Paradise is incredible. Hunter does a fabulous job describing all facets to Cin's new world. I really enjoyed the book and I really, really look forward to the follow up story." Bookgrrl1976 from NOR
"Ms. Hunter has written another story that pulls her readers in and takes them on the ride of their lives while they turn the pages." Diana Coyle from Night Owl Reviews
I don't have a release date yet, but Dubious Consent is coming soon to Ellora's Cave.
Here is a short excerpt :)
She didn’t move when her cell door clanged open and Samson stood there, sighing down at her. “Come on, girlie. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Truth was, he didn’t. She knew it wasn’t his fault. He was as much a prisoner as she was. “I’ll give you a break this time, Samson.”
“That’d be just wonderful, little one.” He reached down and pulled her up off the floor. His enormous, black arm was completely covered with colorful tattoos.
As usual, she took a few seconds to study the works of art covering his body. “Gorgeous,” she murmured, as he hustled her out the door. “Think I’ll come back this time, Samson?”
“Yes ma’am, I do. Master D isn’t fighting you tonight. He’s changed the program.”
She stared up—way up—at him, frowning. “What do you mean?”
He sniffed and refused to meet her gaze, a sure sign he was damn uncomfortable. She’d been here six months, and Samson was as close a friend as she had in this hellhole. She dug her fingers into his arm.
He blew out a gust of air. “The people want to see you fuck, honey.”
“What? But I’m a fighter!”
“I’m sorry for you, Caity.”
“Fuck!” she threw her head back and screamed curses at the uncaring ceiling, until finally Samson simply picked her up, tucked her under his arm, and carried her down the hall. After a few seconds she controlled herself. “Put me down, Samson.”
He did immediately. “You’ll be okay, honey.”
“Yeah.” She shook her head, furious, tired and a little sick. “Who is he pairing me with?”
“The wolf, Dmitri.”
She rubbed her temples and tried to smile. “At least he’s hot.”
She stopped walking. “And?”
“That skinny young one. I don’t know how that kid is still alive.”
“Jake.” He wasn’t skinny, he was lean. Lean and hard and not a day past twenty. “He’s tougher than he looks.”
He looked at her with surprise. “You haven’t been with the young wolf.”
“No, but I’ve watched him.”
They reached the reinforced doors at the end of the long hall, and Samson beat upon them a couple times to alert the guard to let them out. “You ready, sweetheart?”
She shook her head. “No. But will that change anything?”
"...it is 12:53 (I have to get up at 5:30), and I just finished the last glorious words of Sanctuary. So tired, so happy! Wow, what an excellent book. I shall have to edit the raving review I gave it when I can think straight again! Thanks for a great read! Pure magic!"