BAD HUNTING
Cursed with chronic misfortune and an even worse mouth, Juniper Vaughn has always been bad at staying out of trouble. Death has always followed her around closely, and one unfortunate night when she almost gets her skull bashed in against a sidewalk, she finds that sometimes luck comes in the form of a six foot seven thug with sad eyes that remind her of a forest at sunrise.
In a nameless city, two people find that sometimes strings attached means the universe has a very tight red one tied around their throats. As Christmas Eve nears, preparations for a banquet are made. Not all will be invited just to eat. All cards will be laid on the table. Debts will be paid.
~This story contains violence, injury, psychological trauma, and adult themes. Reader discretion advised.~