Once upon a time…
A boy is sired with poison in his veins. He cannot outrun the venom in his blood, so he escapes from those who put it there. Secreting away his darkest tendencies, he grows to become a friend, brother, bartender…
Huntsman.

A man who becomes exactly what he ran from, a villain of his own making.
A villain who falls in love with the one woman he is told to steer clear of.
Enchanted by a girl with hair as brilliant as the sun and innocence as potent as his corruption.

A girl locked away in a tower and told she will never walk again.
This boy doesn’t want to be the villain in her story. For once, he desires to be a hero.
Regrettably, his past creeps in like thick, winding fog, reaching wickedly for the one he loves the most. A hero is no match for the rotten tree from which he fell.
Once a huntsman, always a huntsman.
Poisoning guaranteed.

**Huntsman is a contemporary romance novel – a modern retelling of the fairy tale Tangled. It is recommended that you read Ivory White (House of Misfits #1) before diving into Huntsman. This book does not have a cliff hanger and has a HEA

You know what's guaranteed to send your heart into your throat? Opening the front door of your off-campus house to find the boy you had a crush on all through high school telling you he's the new subletter.
 
Of course, he barely knew I existed back then, and still doesn't even though we attend the same university. But in a house of six college kids, it should be easy to remain invisible while carrying a torch for him. After all, I'm skilled at being overlooked and playing second fiddle.
 
Except Austin Van Hewitt, my hometown's golden boy, doesn't get the memo. After we throw our first party of the year, I'm on his radar and somehow my lips miraculously end up on his. The budding romance is one I've always dreamt about. As he shows more and more interest, I push aside the plaguing insecurity of never being good enough.
 
But then a letter shows up in our mailbox. A time capsule I wrote to myself when I was fifteen. You know, the kind where a teacher sends it to you years later? Guess who opens it by mistake and reads all about how I plan on marrying him and having his babies one day? Did I mention I signed it using his last name?
 
Mortifying would be an understatement. After he starts pulling 

Dr. Smythe is the youngest (and for my money, the prettiest) Medical Examiner in Nashville, Tennessee, only I didn't know it last night when she was between my legs and just Soula.
 
This morning, we meet again as our careers cross paths and if I wasn't concentrating on not spilling my guts from the nasty fumes of this D.O.A., it'd be awkward as hell.
 
Our eyes meet over the autopsy table...
...Ahem.
...Cough.
...The autopsy table absolutely covered in melty, gooey human remains that are long past recognizable...
 
I open my mouth to speak. The name, Soula, is right there on my tongue. 
Unfortunately, so is the stench--and taste of putrescine. 
 
When I wake up on a scratchy, tweed couch with a pounding headache, Soula's handing me something steamy in a Dolly Parton mug. She's just as beautiful in her light green scrubs as she was naked in my bed last night, but her expression is clear--She wants nothing more to do with me.
 
But I want everything to do with her.