Hunter

Firm Faith, Feral Feelings, Freaky Foes

Gabriel Rainer has survived Vietnam and his own past thank to his unshakable faith in God — but nothing prepared him for what’s coming.

When Gabe stops at a lonely truck stop in West Virginia, he expects a quiet meal and a few hours’ rest. Instead, he’s dragged into a supernatural attack that reveals a hidden war between Heaven and the Fallen. Rescued by two malakim and taken to New Jerusalem, Gabe is offered a new life as a Hunter — a warrior trained to confront the darkness spreading across Earth.

His partner in this mission is Isadora Quinn: brilliant, stubborn, and far more dangerous than her archivist title suggests. Their partnership begins with friction, banter, and mutual irritation… and quickly becomes something neither of them is ready to name.

Complicating everything is Dolly — Gabe’s beloved 1964 Ford F250, now upgraded with celestial technology and a personality that has opinions about Izzy. Loud ones.

As werewolves, nephilim, and demonic forces gather in the shadows of Seneca Springs, Gabe and Izzy must learn to trust each other, fight together, and face the growing bond between them. The battles are fierce, the stakes cosmic, and the chemistry impossible to ignore.

Hunter blends supernatural warfare, Christian cosmology, and a slow‑burn romance into a story about courage, calling, and the unexpected grace found in the people who walk beside us.

Excerpt:

A tarpaulin lay spread across the floor. On it, a meticulous assembly of bones, yellowed, brittle, and ancient. Whoever had placed them had attempted a reconstruction, shaping the skeletal outline of something once fleshed. Gabe’s mind whispered creature despite the clearly humanoid shape. Because nothing human reached twenty feet tall. Isadora joined him, drawing in a sharp breath. “Nephilim…” She said it like it was forbidden. Gabe frowned. “I thought they were nine, maybe twelve feet tall tops?” Of all the classroom hours he’d half-endured in New Jerusalem, Nephilim lore had stuck. Mostly because he’d hoped he’d never meet one. Izzy, as always, had the insight: “Most are. I’ve heard tales of fifteen-footers. But this…” She gazed reverently. “There were whispers; antediluvian giants; but nothing serious. Fringe stuff. Until now.” “Anti what?” Gabe blinked. “Before the flood,” she began… Dolly cut in, her voice sharp through the barn doors: “We’ve got company. Stop canoodling and get moving!” Gabe bolted, Izzy right behind. He vaulted into the driver’s seat. “How close?” “Too close,” Dolly snapped. “It just crossed the main road.” Gabe didn’t wait. “Then take us up. And stay hidden, if you can.” Dolly grumbled as her hover systems engaged. “Stay hidden, he says. Because flying camper vans are the peak of subtle.”