The Huntress

THE HUNTRESS

An Epic Novel of Erotic Transformation

She has everything the world covets. She wants the one thing she can never allow herself to have.

Mia Calloway is thirty-two years old, brilliant, and untouchable. She commands boardrooms from a corner office on the forty-third floor of Manhattan's most prestigious architecture firm. Her designs have won international awards. Magazine covers have featured her face beneath headlines calling her the Visionary Voice of Modern Spaces. She owns a penthouse overlooking Central Park, a wardrobe that would make a Hollywood stylist weep with envy, and an invitation to every exclusive event in the city.

No one knows what she becomes when the sun goes down.

Because Mia Calloway has a secret. A hunger. An obsession that drives her into the night with a ferocity that would destroy the polished, powerful woman the world believes her to be. When the blazer comes off, when the silk blouse falls to the floor, when the pencil skirt is kicked aside and the four-thousand-dollar heels are the last thing remaining on her body—something raw, feral, and insatiable emerges in their place. The sophisticated architect dissolves like smoke. In her place emerges a creature of pure, undiluted need.

She is a huntress.

Mia has had lovers of every shape, size, color, and configuration. She has had marathon sessions that lasted until dawn and quick, dirty encounters in bathroom stalls that lasted less than ten minutes. She has been worshipped by submissive men who called her Goddess and begged for permission to touch her. She has been pinned beneath dominant men who made her beg for mercy she didn't actually want. She has indulged in threesomes that left every participant trembling and speechless. She has orchestrated orgies where bodies moved together like a single breathing organism, a tangle of limbs and mouths and genitals that dissolved the boundaries between self and other.

She has explored the shadowy world of BDSM with the enthusiasm of an archaeologist uncovering a lost civilization. Bondage that left her wrists bruised for days. Impact play that turned her ass a vivid crimson. Sensory deprivation that made every touch feel like lightning striking bare skin. And through it all, she maintained the one rule that mattered above all others: no feelings. No attachment. No sleepovers. No second dates unless the sex was transcendent enough to warrant another sampling. No exchange of personal information beyond first names. No photographs.

But lately, something has been shifting inside her. A restlessness she cannot name. The encounters that once left her floating on clouds of satisfaction now dissipate too quickly, leaving her hungry again within hours. She is consuming more and more but feeling less and less. It is as if she has built a tolerance to her own drug, and the doses that once sent her into orbit now barely register.

On the night her story truly begins, Mia walks into the private lounge of the Obsidian Hotel and sees a man with eyes like black ice watching her from the bar. His name is Damian Voss. He knows her real name. He knows she is thirty-two. He knows she graduated summa cum laude from Columbia's architecture program. He knows she designed the Meridian Tower in Dubai. He knows she has a scar on her left hip from a childhood fall off a bicycle. He knows she bites her lower lip when she is trying to concentrate on something difficult.

He has been watching her for quite some time.

He looks at her like he can see through every layer of armor she has spent a decade constructing. Like he knows exactly what she is beneath the designer clothes and the polished smile. Like he has been waiting for her specifically, and now that she has arrived, he has no intention of letting her go.