Hunter (Fairy Tale Bad Boys #1) Read Free

endeared to was becoming little more than a stranger every day. Besides the daily peck on the lips when he left or came home from work, her sex life was pretty much nonexistent. After being with Jason, it was hard to go from mind shattering orgasms almost every night to nothing. It was enough to make any sane woman turn to erotica.
    “Whether he is pushing my buttons or not is none of your business.” Isabel spun on him, pointing a finger at his large muscular chest. “You cannot come in here and start acting like you have a say in my life, in case you have forgotten, you are not my boyfriend anymore. Vincent is. Now if you are quite finished harassing me, I have other errands to attend to.”
    She turned on her heel, her basket clutched tight against her side causing it to bite into her arm. When she reached the end of the aisle, she almost breathed a sigh of relief at his lack of response. She was about to step out of the aisle when she heard a half audible response.
    “What?” She turned to look at him and regretted it the moment she saw the dark look in his eyes.
    “Fiancé.” His size thirteen boots stomped down the aisle. “The mutt may be your boyfriend, but do not try and compare what we had to something as fleeting as that. Don’t forget nine months ago you were singing a very different tune.”
    “And whose fault is that?” Isabel hissed trying to keep her voice low, even though she knew Mr. Goodman, the sixty-year-old owner of Spines and Dust, was listening to every word.
    Jason barked out laughing. “You can’t tell me that brute makes you happy?”
    “Brute? That’s a bit funny coming from the likes of you.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “At least Vincent respects me and my intelligence.”
    “Oh, we are going to bring that up again.” He threw his hands up, exasperation clear on his face.
    “Yes, we are. You seem to forget the very reason we broke up to begin with.” She actually hated bringing it back up. The thought of the last time they had been together and the argument they had always caused a small sting in her heart. Nine months later, he was still constantly apologizing and scheming to get her back. She was through playing nice.
    “I’m not going to apologize anymore.” He crossed his bulging arms over his chest. She remembered a time when she loved to be wrapped up in those arms, but that was before.
    “Good, because I’m tired of hearing it.” She stepped closer to him, her eyes challenging him.
    “Fine.” He leaned down until he loomed over her. “I hope your books and batteries keep you warm at night, because you and I both know Vincent sure as hell won’t.”
    He pushed passed her, his path directed toward the exit. Her eyes followed after him and before she could stop herself, her eyes began to linger on the way his jeans fit his backside. Irritated that he still had such an effect on her, she yelled after him.
    “They will!” Before snapping her mouth shut at what she had just agreed to.
    Glaring at the smirk he tossed back at her, she marched up to the front counter where Mr. Goodman was failing miserably at pretending not to eavesdrop. She began unpacking her books and didn’t turn from the counter until she heard the bell of the door sound his exit. Letting out an aggravated breath, she muttered under her breath about the bullheadedness of some men.
    “Well, that didn’t go very well, did it?” Mr. Goodman commented as he rung up her order.
    Frowning at the older man’s pity filled eyes, she murmured, “No, it really didn’t.”

Chapter 3
    Jason
    Slamming back the shot, Jason grimaced as the burn of tequila slid down his throat and settled in this belly. He didn’t do shots often, and when he did, it was usually for a good reason. Izzy was always a good reason.
    As he gestured for the bartender to pour him another, a feminine hand slid across his shoulder, and a large chest pressed against his side. His cock twinged involuntarily, though he