Kentucky 98 Proof

When Vic walks into his life, Deputy Boone Mosely knows his badge won't help…

Victor Carter knows his grandfather only from a handful of black and white photographs, so his surprise when the man's will is read is genuine. What's he going to do with seventy acres on the side of a Kentucky mountain? More importantly, how's he going to survive living there for a year to satisfy the conditions of the will so he can sell the property? Even worse, it's not like the hills of Kentucky are teeming with gay companionship.

Boone Mosely is Kentucky born and bred with a proud family heritage he can trace back to his home state's founding. Following in his uncle's footsteps, Boone's in his second term as sheriff of Four Points. He takes the job seriously and doesn't suffer fools - or crime - in his town. But this time Boone has a whole new brand of trouble to deal with and there's only one course of action open to him, and it leads straight into Vic's arms.

* * *

"Which room are you in?"

"Last one on the end. Better for the dog."

Huh. That made sense. Boone took his foot off the gas pedal and drifted into the parking space. Vic jumped out before he had the truck in park, slipped and landed flat on his ass.

The idiot.

Boone cut the engine and climbed out of the cab at a safer speed. With one gloved hand on the front end of the truck he walked around to the passenger side and found Vic leaning against the front tire. "You okay?"

"My pride is severely bruised."

"I can just imagine." Boone reached out to give Vic a hand up. As Vic got to his feet he brushed his jeans off.

"Thanks, Boone."

"You said that. Get inside before your dog starts to bark and the manager yells at me."

Vic's gaze seemed focused on the motel office. "I got a coffee pot if you want to come in and warm up."

Holy mother of … Wouldn't that be the stupidest thing he'd done in years?

"Sure, Vic. I could do with a cup."

Who the fuck said that?

Vic looked surprised and straightened. "Ranger needs to…"

Boone recovered a bit of his equilibrium. "I'll take him around the side of the building. You get your ass inside. I want a good look at your head, and if I say we're going to the clinic and wake up Doc Martin, you're not going to argue with me."

"Yes, sir. I hear you loud and clear." Vic opened the side door of the pickup and Ranger leaped to the ground. As soon as his paws hit the pavement, he jumped and hit Vic square in the chest. Boone lunged to catch him before he fell again, but ended up in the snow with him. Could this man be more trouble?

"I'm sorry, Boone! Ranger! Leave off!"

"Sorry my ass, Carter. Sorry ain't good enough for this little misadventure."

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Kentucky 98 Proof

When Vic walks into his life, Deputy Boone Mosely knows his badge won't help…

Victor Carter knows his grandfather only from a handful of black and white photographs, so his surprise when the man's will is read is genuine. What's he going to do with seventy acres on the side of a Kentucky mountain? More importantly, how's he going to survive living there for a year to satisfy the conditions of the will so he can sell the property? Even worse, it's not like the hills of Kentucky are teeming with gay companionship.

Boone Mosely is Kentucky born and bred with a proud family heritage he can trace back to his home state's founding. Following in his uncle's footsteps, Boone's in his second term as sheriff of Four Points. He takes the job seriously and doesn't suffer fools - or crime - in his town. But this time Boone has a whole new brand of trouble to deal with and there's only one course of action open to him, and it leads straight into Vic's arms.

* * *

"Which room are you in?"

"Last one on the end. Better for the dog."

Huh. That made sense. Boone took his foot off the gas pedal and drifted into the parking space. Vic jumped out before he had the truck in park, slipped and landed flat on his ass.

The idiot.

Boone cut the engine and climbed out of the cab at a safer speed. With one gloved hand on the front end of the truck he walked around to the passenger side and found Vic leaning against the front tire. "You okay?"

"My pride is severely bruised."

"I can just imagine." Boone reached out to give Vic a hand up. As Vic got to his feet he brushed his jeans off.

"Thanks, Boone."

"You said that. Get inside before your dog starts to bark and the manager yells at me."

Vic's gaze seemed focused on the motel office. "I got a coffee pot if you want to come in and warm up."

Holy mother of … Wouldn't that be the stupidest thing he'd done in years?

"Sure, Vic. I could do with a cup."

Who the fuck said that?

Vic looked surprised and straightened. "Ranger needs to…"

Boone recovered a bit of his equilibrium. "I'll take him around the side of the building. You get your ass inside. I want a good look at your head, and if I say we're going to the clinic and wake up Doc Martin, you're not going to argue with me."

"Yes, sir. I hear you loud and clear." Vic opened the side door of the pickup and Ranger leaped to the ground. As soon as his paws hit the pavement, he jumped and hit Vic square in the chest. Boone lunged to catch him before he fell again, but ended up in the snow with him. Could this man be more trouble?

"I'm sorry, Boone! Ranger! Leave off!"

"Sorry my ass, Carter. Sorry ain't good enough for this little misadventure."

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Kentucky 98 Proof

Kentucky 98 Proof

by KC Kendricks
Kentucky 98 Proof

Kentucky 98 Proof

by KC Kendricks

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Overview

When Vic walks into his life, Deputy Boone Mosely knows his badge won't help…

Victor Carter knows his grandfather only from a handful of black and white photographs, so his surprise when the man's will is read is genuine. What's he going to do with seventy acres on the side of a Kentucky mountain? More importantly, how's he going to survive living there for a year to satisfy the conditions of the will so he can sell the property? Even worse, it's not like the hills of Kentucky are teeming with gay companionship.

Boone Mosely is Kentucky born and bred with a proud family heritage he can trace back to his home state's founding. Following in his uncle's footsteps, Boone's in his second term as sheriff of Four Points. He takes the job seriously and doesn't suffer fools - or crime - in his town. But this time Boone has a whole new brand of trouble to deal with and there's only one course of action open to him, and it leads straight into Vic's arms.

* * *

"Which room are you in?"

"Last one on the end. Better for the dog."

Huh. That made sense. Boone took his foot off the gas pedal and drifted into the parking space. Vic jumped out before he had the truck in park, slipped and landed flat on his ass.

The idiot.

Boone cut the engine and climbed out of the cab at a safer speed. With one gloved hand on the front end of the truck he walked around to the passenger side and found Vic leaning against the front tire. "You okay?"

"My pride is severely bruised."

"I can just imagine." Boone reached out to give Vic a hand up. As Vic got to his feet he brushed his jeans off.

"Thanks, Boone."

"You said that. Get inside before your dog starts to bark and the manager yells at me."

Vic's gaze seemed focused on the motel office. "I got a coffee pot if you want to come in and warm up."

Holy mother of … Wouldn't that be the stupidest thing he'd done in years?

"Sure, Vic. I could do with a cup."

Who the fuck said that?

Vic looked surprised and straightened. "Ranger needs to…"

Boone recovered a bit of his equilibrium. "I'll take him around the side of the building. You get your ass inside. I want a good look at your head, and if I say we're going to the clinic and wake up Doc Martin, you're not going to argue with me."

"Yes, sir. I hear you loud and clear." Vic opened the side door of the pickup and Ranger leaped to the ground. As soon as his paws hit the pavement, he jumped and hit Vic square in the chest. Boone lunged to catch him before he fell again, but ended up in the snow with him. Could this man be more trouble?

"I'm sorry, Boone! Ranger! Leave off!"

"Sorry my ass, Carter. Sorry ain't good enough for this little misadventure."


Product Details

BN ID: 2940153237954
Publisher: White Deer Enterprises/White Deer Books
Publication date: 04/01/2016
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Format: eBook
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About the Author

KC Kendricks calls herself an accidental writer. After completing her first novel writing as Rayne Forrest, she was urged to submit it to a publisher, and everything snowballed from there. Today, the author has had over seventy books published.

In July of 2021, she tried to retire but her employer offered her a deal to work at home. She accepted. Now she balances work, writing, and hearth and home in a controlled chaos.

A native of scenic western Maryland, the author enjoys most activities that don’t include snow. In warm weather she might be found walking the dog, biking on the C&O Canal towpath, planting delicacies in her garden for the deer to munch on at night, playing in the creek, or lazing on the patio with her Kindle reader or laptop.

She recently began to research her family history and can't drive past a cemetery without stopping to search for family sites. Her mission is to photograph old tombstones before the elements erode the stones and the names are lost to time.

For more about KC Kendricks and Rayne Forrest’s writing life, please visit the Between the Keys blog at http:kckendricks.blogspot.com .

If you’d like to know more about the author’s country lifestyle and her daily activities full of simple country pleasures (and a lot of work), please visit the Holly Tree Manor blog at http://hollytreemanor.blogspot.com .

KC can be reached through her blog, Between the Keys. All comments are strictly moderated by the author and personal messages are treated as such.

Follow the author on Twitter for up-to-date announcements at Twitter.com/KCKendricks.

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