I have the perfect life. I answer to no one and everything I do is on my terms. Nothing gets in the way of what I want, and yes, that includes women. I’ve had countless attractive women in my bed, for a night, but never more than that. And then Anya walks into my neat, compartmentalized life and now the jokes on me. One taste of her and I want more. Need more. Crave more. Does Anya really believe that she can deny me? Hasn’t anyone told her that I play dirty? I’m not going anywhere because I know I have what she can’t resist. One problem, she seems to hold the same power over me. My name is Hunter but I might just have become the prey.