Hanna Harp’s incendiary debut paranormal dark romance, perfect for fans of Sadie Kincaid’s Forged in Blood and Keri Lake’s Anathema , follows Cade, a devoted hunter fighting to shield his sister Callisto from a haunting generational curse, but when a mysterious spirit begins to break down his defenses, both his passion and his will ignite into a scorching, fourth-wall breaking read that places you at the heart of the story. Warning: This is not just a book. It’s an invitation. A contract sealed the moment you turn the page. If you choose to read, you choose to be seen. If you choose to follow him, he will hunt you. This story does not end when you close the book... Cade Halloway is a hunter, raised by the Order of the Covenant—a cult built on blood, sacrifice, and power. He tracks and eliminates the powerful and corrupt. A predator disguised as a savior, but he’s not here to save the innocent. He’s here to rip apart the monsters who hide in plain sight. For years, he has been their weapon. Until he discovered the truth...his sister Callisto is slated to be their next offering. Callisto Halloway was supposed to die for the Order, but her brother has other plans. While in hiding, unable to help or fight, she spends her time trying to control the power she was born with, the power that the Order will kill for. But independence comes at a price, and her uncontrolled power summons a demon far more dangerous than the Order. One that wants more than her body or her soul. Now, on the run from the Order, Cade’s only purpose is to save his sister. But Callisto’s power has consequences. There’s now an unseen force—a spectral presence—following Cade he can’t explain and can't escape. A presence that breaks down all of his defenses, and tears down walls even he didn’t know he had built, as he finds himself drawn to it in mind, spirit, and body. And it may be the only thing that can save him and Callisto. You. Are you sure you want to be haunted? Hanna Harp is an artist and voice narrator with a deep love for dark, paranormal romance. She began writing her debut novel, Haunting the Hunter , while navigating the lifelong realities of dissociation, using storytelling as a way to stay connected when the world feels unreal. Hanna lives in the Midwest with her partner and two daughters, learning to accept her mind as it is and still reach for her own version of happily ever after. Chapter 1: Cade CHAPTER 1 CADE The heavy bass is a dull thump through the walls as I slip through the back entrance and look around the gaudy mansion. The whole place is ringed with hedges and elaborate sculptures. Even had a fucking staff entrance hidden on the side of the property, perfect for me to get in undetected. A myriad of golden hues splayed from floor to ceiling. Too fucking much. My heavy boots echo against the marble floor in the quiet hallway. Footsteps reverberate off the walls, and I quickly press myself into the wall near the entryway, silently setting my trap. Just as the shadow of a man enters, I loop the cord around his neck, yanking tight till I feel the pull cutting off his air. He spasms, clearly shocked from my assault. I’m sure he didn’t expect this kind of choking at a party like this. The poor bastard. He’s clawing at his throat, which will end in—Five. Four. Three. Two. Out. I grab him by the ankles, dragging his unconscious body further into the room near a closet. Stripping away his clothes takes effort, but I get them off, tossing them aside. I grunt, wrestling his dead weight into the closet. I grab the clothes and hurry out of the room, farther down the hall, slipping into one of the back rooms and planting the clothes under the chaise lounge—I’m gonna need those for later. Walking over to the full-length mirror, I run my fingers through my hair, messing it up on purpose, and walk out, into the party. The room reeks of sweat and arousal, a heady mix that turns my stomach. These people disgust me, but I haven’t come to judge. In the writhing masses, bodies are tangled in slick, desperate motion among the silk pillows scattered across the floor, but they’re nothing more than background noise among the variations of blues. My focus remains sharp against the dimly lit euphoria. I scan the room and head toward a bar in the back corner, sitting on one of the empty stools. I raise my finger up, capturing the bartender’s attention. “What can I get you?” “Whiskey, straight,” I reply. The bartender moves with quick hands, sliding the drink to me. But I’m distracted by a stunning woman in lingerie. She’s carrying a tray out to a man fisting a woman’s hair as he aggressively fucks her mouth. My eyes shift away and meet the gaze of a short blond-haired man, his features delicate yet confident, as he seats himself next to me. “You are way too hot to be alone right now,” he says in a sultry tone, eyeing me up and down. “I’m not alone. You’re here.” I smirk and take a sip of my d