I enjoyed reading the Huntsman so much; it has so many different things going on to make it a really interesting book. A fox shifter is being hunted, his fated-mate wolf shifter rescues him when his car breaks down, a town that is shifter friendly and home to different kinds of shifters, and humans with psychic abilities.

Liam fled for his life and left everything behind when a friend told him there was a bounty on his head and he was being tracked by a Huntsman. A professor of his from his university days offered him a job in a remote town in the Adirondacks but he was going to turn it down until his situation changed dramatically and quickly.

Russ is grieving the loss of his husband two years ago. When he gets the call that someone needs a tow, he is stunned to find out that it may be his fated mate. He thought fated mates was just a myth until he experienced the pull for himself.

There is more to the Huntsman than what we know from the blurb and I loved how Morgan Brice kept me guessing as to what was going to happen next. I loved Russ’s brother, Lowe, who stood by him when Russ came out to his pack and they threw him out. They moved to Fox Hollow ten years ago and became a vital part of the community.

The story grabbed me right from the beginning and didn’t let up until I finished it. Even then, it just whetted my appetite for more stories set in this world. The town of Fox Hollow has an interesting history that is explored in this story and I’m sure it will also come into play in future books. There were several secondary characters in this book that I hope we will see get primary roles in future stories. I can’t wait to read more.

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Flashing lights broke Liam out of his gloomy thoughts. The tow truck headed toward him, then did a U-turn and pulled in front of Liam’s car, backing up until it was close enough to hook up the Honda.The truck driver got out and walked toward Liam, who reluctantly got out of the car. Even though he had called for assistance and it was clear the stranger was a legitimate responder, Liam couldn’t help feeling jittery, with his hands sweating, and heart thumping.

Those reactions doubled when he got a good look at the driver.

Oh, just shoot me now. Fuck my life. Why did he have to be so fine?

In the glare of the truck’s spotlights, Liam made out all the important details. The man had broad shoulders, strong arms, powerful legs, and a solid chest, standing a good five inches or more over Liam’s five-foot-seven frame. Liam had thought he might be saved if the driver was ugly as sin, but he was out of luck. His face was as utterly lickable as the rest of him.

“You called for a tow? Mr. Reynard?”

Liam nodded.

“I’m Russell Lowe—everyone calls me Russ. I own Lowe’s Auto Shop in Fox Hollow, and tonight I’m your personal tow truck driver,” he said with a broad smile and dimples. The man’s sharp cheekbones, full lips, and strong chin were highlighted by dark brown scruff. Liam’s gaze traveled upward, surprised at gray hair flecked with brown framing a face that couldn’t be older than thirty-five. Green eyes made Liam wonder what kind of shifter Russ might be.

He swallowed hard and might have blushed when he realized Russ seemed to be checking him out too. No matter how attractive his roadside savior might be, Liam’d had enough man trouble to last an eternity, and he sure didn’t need more in a new town.

“Yes, I’m Liam Reynard. Just Liam,” he said, wishing he could conjure up the natural charm that had always served him well in community theater performances. His fox could be quite dramatic. But now, on the run, scared for his life, and in the dark with a stranger in the middle of nowhere, he couldn’t muster his usual flair.

“The engine started making strange noises, and I pulled off. I didn’t want to break anything.” Liam cringed because heknew next to nothing about cars. Admitting that takes points off my “man score,” doesn’t it? Then again, so does being a sports-hating, gay fox shifter twink.

Well, at thirty, I’d thought my twink days were behind me. But when he compared his own shorter, lithe, dancer build to the solid man-mountain in front of him? Yeah, twink still fits.

“I’m glad you stopped the car without waiting for the car to stop you.” Russ finally shifted his attention away from Liam and focused on the Civic. “Let’s get the tow set up, and then you can ride in the cab with me to Fox Hollow.”