Sexy as sin bounty hunter, Hunter Jones, lives, eats, and breathes his next case. He’s always been content to live his life on the road with no attachments and no one to answer to. Love was for other people, but when he stops in a small town for a little R&R and meets up with a fellow bounty hunter to review a case, he runs into the man in every one of his wet dreams, only Hunter isn’t ready for love, but Donovan turns his head and his heart upside down.
Donovan Madsen has it all; a lucrative business, a close-knit family and a best friend, who he shares it all with, but something is missing. Donovan always dreamed of finding the “one”, settling down and living the small town life, but he never thought it would happen…until Hunter.
The mutual attraction is instant and intense; neither can say goodbye.
As trouble brews and Donovan is kidnapped, Hunter realizes life is too short to not take what he wants. FBI, Mercenaries and bounty Hunters fight for their lives in this action packed romance, where lives are on the line and their love might not be enough.
Molly: What music, if any do you listen to when you write?
Dakota: I don’t normally listen to music while I write; I need quiet in order to get the words flowing. I seem to get in the characters heads more when there is nothing going on around me. I do love rock music so when I am stuck or thinking about a plot I will listen to some rock.
Molly: Are you a full time writer, or part time writer?
Dakota: Part Time, I have a full time job. I also am a blogger. My blog is Up All Night Read All Day and I review for authors as well. So I keep quit busy.
Molly: Do you hope to one day be a full time writer?
Dakota: I always dreamed of becoming a full time writer, I hope to one day. I have so many stories in my head it would be great to be writing full time.
Molly: Do you have a word count per day you try to hit?
Dakota: I promised myself to write every day. Whether it’s re writing, editing or adding to the story. I don’t give myself a word count. I do hope to hit at at least 2,000 (which I seem to do quit often) but again as long as I am writing every day and working on my current WIP I am happy.
Molly: When you finish writing a book, how long before you begin writing the next one?
Dakota: I try and start a new one right away. Hunter being my first novel to finish and get published I hope to start the trend of never slowing down. I have three manuscripts I am currently working on. The manuscript I started right after Hunter is finished and is currently with my Beta Readers. I hopeto submit it by March.
Feeling reluctant to take his hands off of Hunter’s sides, Van climbed off the back of the bike and stretched his legs a little, smiling sheepishly at Hunter.
“It’s been a while since I road on a bike,” Van told him and smiled.
“Yeah, well, I’ve been on it for the last three weeks, pretty much straight. I eat, sleep, and ride. I’m on a bit of R&R now.”
Trying to keep his giddy smile hidden, Van wanted to jump up and down that this god-like creature was in his small town for some R&R. Turning so he faced Jocassee Lake, he leaned on the side of the picnic table. He loved the view from this spot and could usually gaze for hours at the wildlife and rugged terrain, but he was too focused on Hunter to take it all in today.
“So, how long are you in town for, Hunter?” Van whispered.
Doing a little stretch as well, Hunter strutted over to where Van was leaning. He had a loose-legged walk that brought Van’s mind immediately to sex. Looking into his eyes, Van couldn’t help but get lost in their depths again. Time seemed to stand still as Hunter leaned into Van’s space and whispered, “As long as you want me to be,” and kissed the side of his mouth.
Van couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t focus. All he could do was feel, and what he felt stunned him.
The only noise, besides the occasional hawk screeching for his next meal, was Van’s gasp of air as Hunter kissed him again, lightly running his tongue over Van’s lower lip before gently biting it. Van’s arms had a mind of their own as they grabbed onto Hunter’s hips, pulling him closer.
Both were out of breath, and they hadn’t done anything but exchange a few light kisses. Van couldn’t ever remember getting so turned on by just a kiss. This man was so good, yet so bad for his heart. Van could feel himself getting addicted to Hunter’s kisses and craving so much more. He was fucking screwed and he knew it.
Dakota Storm was born and bred in rural southwest Massachusetts. Her love of writing romance brings many stories to life in her head all culminating in a happily ever after. Even though she lives up North she hates the winters but love cuddling up with her husband by a toasty fire. She harnesses her other creativity through photography in which loves to hike and capture animals in the wild. She loves to blog and read all genres but her favorite is m/m romance with a happily ever after. You can follow her on
a Rafflecopter giveaway