Heart of the Hunter by Chance Carter
Note from the Author
Bonus Content
THANK YOU FOR READING HEART OF THE HUNTER. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Hunter is by far the baddest bad boy in my series yet. He’s got some real issues, he’s pretty messed up, but he loves Kelly and he’s willing to do whatever it takes to protect her.
As you are probably aware, all of my books are full, stand-alone novels. However, they tie together to build up a series of interwoven stories. While each story stands independently, you will understand the characters better if you read all of the books in order. It is for this reason that I have attached the other books in the series as special, exclusive, bonus content for a limited time.
This means that four books are included in this purchase. They are all the same length, and will finish at around the twenty-five, fifty, seventy-five, and hundred percent marks of your Kindle. I’m just letting you know this as a courtesy because a lot of people, myself included, like to know how far they are in the book and don’t like the ending to come as a surprise.
Please feel free to give me feedback on any aspect of my work. I’m always available and read every email that I receive. My contact details and email address are in the copyright information at the beginning of the book.
If you haven’t read my other books, and would like to read the series in order, the reading order is as follows:
Book One: Bad Boy Daddy
Book Two: Wife Me Bad Boy
Book Three: Most Eligible Baby Daddy
Book Four: Heart of the Hunter
You can navigate to any book from the table of contents. If you would just like to get started with Heart of the Hunter, then simply turn the page and the story will begin.
Thank you for your support, love, and encouragement. Without you, I would not be able to pursue this passion of mine for writing. I owe you everything and I never forget that for a single second.
Happy reading,
Chance Carter
Chapter 1
Hunter
I DIDN’T KNOW WHERE OR who I was anymore. Maybe it was the rotating set of lies I’d been telling every random person I came into contact with in every shit town I stopped in, or maybe it was that those lies I now lived by made me seem like a stranger to myself. Working nine to five, making small talk, having a beer with some guy I didn’t even like, just because we were at the same bar at quitting time, that wasn’t me. I don’t know that person. I don’t know myself.
For as long as I could remember, I had been part of something. That something was who I was. A Donnelly. A bad seed from a bad tree that stood tall and cast a shadow on the south side of Boston. But that something was gone now. I’d lost it all.
People knew us.
People knew me.
And they left me the fuck alone.
Family? I don’t know if that’s the word for them. I didn’t have my old man’s brains or my brother’s charm. Probably because we weren’t blood. They took me in. I was just some stray that got stamped with the brand because the wife took pity on me, may she rest in peace. They did their best to give me a chance and bring me up as their own, but I never was. Tough as a brick, and better looking than the lot of them combined, I wasn’t one of them.
Couldn’t even cut it in school like my brothers. Only good that place ever did was give me a chance to pick up * and kill time in shop class. I’m sure the old bastard would have kicked me to the curb as a kid if he hadn’t discovered early on that what I lacked in social graces, I made up for in brute strength and complete disregard for rules of any kind. He never saw me as a son and sure as shit didn’t treat me like one. To him, I was more like an animal he’d found and could uncage when the situation got too unpleasant to be dealt with personally. I didn’t know any better so I didn’t care. We’ve all got to make a living.
It was more than that, though. Truth is, I liked it. I can’t remember when I got the taste for violence. Maybe it was just in me. I ain’t ever been much good at anything in my life except hurting other people, but I’m damn good at that. Debts to collect? Some gang of pukes is fucking with the wrong shopkeep? Send Hunter to straighten it out. I usually leave a pretty big mess, but the problem always gets straightened up. Not much of a job, but I’m not much of a guy. Or at least, that’s what I thought.