Mating the Huntress (Monsters and Mates, #1)

by Talia Hibbert

He flashed her a smile that was seven kinds of sinful and excruciatingly sexy, his eyes darkening to a shade that reminded her of a midnight forest.

The cake’s sugar-sweet scent was delicious, almost as delicious as him.

Christ, she wasn’t shy at all, was she? The hesitation, the demure smiles and lowered lashes—it had all been a trap. She wasn’t sweet or gentle or biddable. She was a bloodthirsty fucking murderer. His heart sang.

One fake-date arranged with the intention of murder, a single short but excellent make-out session, and a rather passionate fight to the death did not a relationship make.

When Luke had woken up that afternoon with a fucker of a headache and a trashed living room, his first thought hadn’t been to find and flirt with his mate. He’d intended to find and spank his mate for fucking up a perfectly good coffee table with her WWE shenanigans, and also to have a serious conversation with her about how loving couples shouldn’t stab each other.

The alley became a secret little world, distanced from the city’s evening traffic and rough winds, its darkness mirroring the midnight of his monster’s soul.

“You don’t need my darkness. I know that. But I’ll give it to you anyway. I’ll give you everything I have.” She dragged her teeth over her lower lip, a frown creasing her brow. And then she said, so low a human might not have heard, “The dark is just as lovely as the light.”

But I am trying to convince you that a monster is just what you need.”

and now, his bloodthirsty little murderess was openly reluctant to end his existence. Progress!

It was all so inconvenient, having people who cared about you when all you really wanted was to bottle up your feelings and never, ever speak of them.

Everything about our lives is ridiculous and impossible and arguably ill-advised.

He’d be here. In the darkness. Where he belonged.

“You’re not only my mate. You’re my huntress. And you caught me, body and soul.”