About Hooked (The Hunt) by K.C. Falls
Two people, an ocean, a big fish and a
small monkey.
She doesn't trust herself and he can't
remember when he trusted anyone.
(Lara)
A spoiled man-whore was a bad idea even for a girl who majored in bad ideas. It
was the monkey's fault I didn't take my own advice. Mrs. Dalloway caught me way
off guard. She stripped him down to his bare humanity and wouldn't let me throw
a blanket over that naked soul. Everything he did was contradicted by all that
he was. The little white-faced princess on his shoulder never missed a chance
to point that out. Mrs. D was a shameless charmer but honest to her bones. She
forced me to look at the truth of him until the reality of Morgan had me
hooked.
(Morgan)
I agreed too quickly. I thought she'd be a punctured, tatted up, street-smart
bitch with the kind of balls it took to hang in a major league pressure cooker
of a go-to South Beach restaurant. The only thing I guessed right about was the
'nads. She had 'em but the package was all wrong. There were waves where I
expected spikes, soft where I was looking for hard. Then she schooled me about dear
dad's precious art collection and I realized street wasn't her only kind of
smart. Mrs. D--who knows every wart on my blemished spirit--surprised me with a
rare nod of approval. It's usually a good idea to listen when your best friend
has something to say.
Even if your best bud is a monkey.
Hooked
(The Hunt) is a new adult romance that unfolds in a trilogy, each featuring a
high energy adventure that escalates Lara and Morgan's relationship with
physical and emotional challenges. It is intended for mature readers due to
explicit content and language.
And now....the moment we've all been waiting for .........
About K.C. Falls
The 'C' in my name stands for Cheyenne. Although you wouldn't know it by looking at me, I have a great grandparent who was a member of that Native American Tribe. Her people once lived in the very southeastern corner of Montana where I now make my home. I didn't always live in such a wide open space, though. I grew up in New York City. Much as I love the city and admire what it takes to live there, I met a kindred spirit at Columbia University and together, we found a way to take our lives from the Big Apple to the Big Sky. We haven't regretted a moment.
We've got a smallish ranch where we raise cattle and keep a menagerie of other animals, too. Once or twice a year, we hire a 'ranch sitter' and take an urban vacation somewhere hitting all the restaurants, plays, museums and musical performances we can squeeze in. Then it's back to the wide open.
A writer finds creativity flourishes in solitude. My fantasy world is full of characters and stories lined up and waiting for me to bring them to life. I hope you will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
http://www.kcfalls.com/
We've got a smallish ranch where we raise cattle and keep a menagerie of other animals, too. Once or twice a year, we hire a 'ranch sitter' and take an urban vacation somewhere hitting all the restaurants, plays, museums and musical performances we can squeeze in. Then it's back to the wide open.
A writer finds creativity flourishes in solitude. My fantasy world is full of characters and stories lined up and waiting for me to bring them to life. I hope you will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.
http://www.kcfalls.com/
The sexiest scene to me would be on the shore by the ocean at night, with the moonlight shimmering off dampened skin, and the chance of getting caught by people taking nighttime strolls along the beach. kbinmich@yahoo.com
ReplyDeleteThis story sounds intriguing. :)
ReplyDeleteI love when the H/h are forced into situations where they have to deal with each other.
Thanks for sharing.
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