Hunted Love Box Set: Big Game, Bounty, Captured

Hunted Love: The Series

What happens when a hunter is blindsided by love? No matter their preferred prey, hunters quickly zero in on what they want and go after it with single-minded determination. When love suddenly hits their radar, they do whatever it takes for a successful hunt. Whatever. It. Takes.

Big Game: Hunted Love #1

When a legendary predator decides prize horses should be on his menu, Kate takes the advice of her foreman and hires a big game hunter to track the mountain lion and remove the threat. The hunter arrives to take up the trail, but instead of the seasoned older man she expects, he's young and impossibly sexy.

Freshly back from deployment to Afghanistan as a special forces operative, Jakob needs to clear his head of the horrors of war. When his uncle dies, Jakob steps in to hunt down a mountain lion on the other side of the state. The prospect of several days in the wilderness with only his horses and dogs for company sounds like the ideal opportunity. Except the infuriating female rancher insists on going along for the ride.

Bounty: Hunted Love #2

Bounty hunter Falon Harris is asked to go after outlaw biker Tom Kellen and tracks him to where he's hiding out in a small town in Kentucky, laying low and waiting for the heat to pass. Rita James operates a busy tavern/grill and occasionally rents out the little camper trailer on her back lot. Figuring the Rattlesnake is the most logical place to watch for Kellen, Falon rents the trailer for a week. The first night, while he's having dinner and watching everything, Kellen shows up and starts giving Rita a hard time. The bartender puts a stop to it that time, but Falon gets the idea it's happened before. Knowing Kellen's past, he knows the biker won't take no for an answer for long.

Captured: Hunted Love #3:

Jakob and Kate from Big Game continue to explore the possibilities of their attraction, as disaster and violence head their way. A new foe prepares to rain hell down on their heads in the form of an outlaw Motorcycle Club and Kellen, a killer with a grudge against Jakob. Having overheard the plot, Jakob's old Army buddy, Falon, and Rita, from Bounty, race to help, but can they get there in time?

Kellen will do whatever it takes to have his revenge on Jakob and carry out his orders to force Kate into a brand new horror. Will she be able to count on Jakob's love to sustain her in the darkness? When Falon and Rita interfere with Kellen's plans, they become his targets as well, but since they have no value to him, he simply wants them eliminated. Can they trust in their new love to help them get through?

Big Game

Hunted Love #1

By Aden Lowe

© 2014 by Aden Lowe

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Author's Notes:

This series contains adult material, sexual situations, and mature language which some readers may find objectionable.

Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, by any of the characters within is entirely accidental.

Finally, I genuinely hope you enjoy reading "Big Game", "Bounty" and "Captured" as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Acknowledgements:

Thanks to all the members of the Aden Lowe's Huntresses Street Team, the Lowe-Down Fan Group, and all the associated groups and teams. Angela Peters, thanks for naming Kate's Southern Sunrise, Sunny. Rae Stanford, thank you for naming Jakob's Ajax. As I've said, if it were up to me, all horses would be called Joe ;)

Ashley Wheels, thanks for all you do. You're a great friend and an outstanding assistant, and I truly appreciate everything you do to make my job easier. Not to mention you're one tough lady. Keep on kicking ass, my friend.

Elyse, you know what you mean to me. 

Kate Holt let the horse slow to walk and headed him for the gate, where the next ride in her morning string stood waiting with Alan. The blood bay snorted and rolled his eyes. Dread shot her pulse rate up. If ever a horse hated her, it was that one. Every second working it was a fight.

One of the hands ran up from the main barn, presenting the possibility of a delay. A few minutes longer before she’d have to grab the blood bay tiger by the tail and hang on tight. Memory of her father’s old play on the tiger by the tail phrase shot a familiar pang of grief through her as she swung down from the saddle. She wiped sweat from her eyes while she waited to see what might need her attention. A break, without a crisis, would make the day pass a little faster.

The boy stopped, heaving to catch his breath. "Miss Kate, Ray sent me up. He'd like you to come to the barn, something he wants you to see." Just like that, the boy gave her a valid reason not to have to work the blood bay.

Something like glee tried to creep into Kate's voice. "Alan, you want to work that idiot? I'll take this one back down as I go." At the man's nod, she held the bay horse for him to mount and closed the gate for him, then set off with the boy—what was his name again?—toward the main barn. "Did Ray say what he needed?" The horse she’d just finished working came along easily, keeping his muzzle at the small of her back.

"No ma'am, just asked me to fetch you, something you needed to see." The boy—if a six-foot something nineteen year-old could be called 'boy'—shortened his long stride to allow her to keep up.

Ray's influence, no doubt. The foreman was forever reminding the men of little ways to make things easier for her without being obvious about it. Not that she didn't appreciate the effort. The necessity was what pissed Kate off. At least the men didn't openly pity her like her father had.

The sloping trail down to the main barn presented its usual challenge and reminded her once more why she was more comfortable on horseback. Her shorter left leg forced her to use a slightly sideways gait to compensate. Mostly out of habit, she silently cursed the drunk driver that had plowed into the family car when she was baby. Bad enough he'd taken her mother and turned her father into a bitter shell, but the injuries Kate sustained resulted in a left leg that refused to grow at the same rate as her right.

The trail leveled off a hundred yards from the barn, allowing Kate to resume a more normal walk. A handful of men gathered at the front of the barn drew her attention and took her mind off of self-consciousness. A riderless horse stood tethered nearby, blowing heavily and dripping sweat, while the men looked at something on the ground in their midst.

Approaching the group, Kate handed her horse's reins to the boy. "Put him in the paddock, if you don't mind, and get that animal seen to." Better be something serious for all those able men to leave a horse standing there shaking with exhaustion.

Nodding, the boy led her horse away, freeing Kate to join the group of men in time to catch the tail-end of what one was saying.

"…too much blood. It was definitely a kill site."

"What's going on?" She slipped between two of the men, their grim expressions warning her she wouldn't like whatever was on the ground. Glancing down, she couldn't contain her hiss of combined fear and anger. Lying there in the dust, a bloody horse skull, with fragments of tissue still clinging, and a ragged patch of hide bearing a distinctive white patch on the dark chocolate-brown.

The foreman, Ray, shook his grizzled head. "Looks like a lion, Miss Kate. Brady found it." He nodded to a dust-covered man to his left.

Brady ran a forearm over his face, leaving a trail of skin visible through the caked dust. "I found two others, Miss Kate, older kills. This one looks like it was in the last twenty-four hours." He lowered his head. "I figured you would want his remains."

Kate choked back the tears that wanted free. "You figured right. We'll bury him. You think this was a cat? Not wolves?" It would take a fearsome predator to bring down the big Paint stud horse who'd roamed the ranch for the last twelve years. A cougar was bad news, of course, but Chaser was his own brand of bad news.

Brady nodded once more. "I found tracks, hair, and scat. No doubt. It's a bold fucker, too. He was laid up not far away when I found Chaser. Had the balls to roar at me. Scared the piss out of my horse and nearly got me thrown." No one noticed Brady’s rough language, testament to how deeply the news impacted them all.

Ray turned his faded blue gaze on Brady. "That's not normal. Should have either attacked or just stayed quiet." He turned to Kate. "I don't mind saying we might need expert help on this."

Kate swallowed the cold knot in her throat. "You're right. I'm not risking any of the crew going after an animal that's lost its fear of man. Do you know anyone?"

"I might. If he has time. Frank Barger is in pretty high demand, though. We'll be lucky to get him." Ray turned as if to leave, then paused. "Maybe you should call. He might be more inclined to help if you mention me instead of your dad, though."

The remaining men quickly dispersed to return to work, one calling for help digging a grave for what was left of the dead horse.

Kate turned toward the house and her office there despite her general dislike of recordkeeping. Unlike breeding records and accounts, getting a hunter to get rid of the mountain lion eating her horses couldn't wait couldn’t wait for dark. The hound currently using the back porch as a nursery rose from her blanket when Kate pushed through the screen door. Pups dropped to the blanket and whimpered as their mother wagged and pushed her head into Kate's hand.

"Hey, old girl." Kate paused to stroke the dog's velvety ear. "Those kids keeping you busy?" The dog gave a toothy grin and wagged harder. Laughing, Kate patted the dog and went on inside.

The darkened kitchen served as a painful reminder. She would have to find a cook and housekeeper soon. The crew grumbled constantly about the stop-gap measures of cold cuts and frozen meals she'd put in place when Mandy could no longer manage the demands of feeding them all. No need to continue misleading herself and the men that Mandy would be back to normal soon. She wouldn't.

The little ranch office just off the kitchen had once served as quarters for the cook, but her grandfather had ended that custom when the ranch operation grew too large to fit in a single cardboard box. She found Frank Barger's home number written her father's neat block print in the old clothbound journal that had been used to record important phone numbers and addresses since her grandfather moved into the office. All that stuff needed to be updated and put in the computer, but she kept finding herself going back to the tried and true. Bad enough the accounts and breeding records were on the hard drive.

She even preferred the old rotary phone over the sleek new cordless that still waited in its box. Dialing, she dropped into her chair and put her feet up on the desk. Maybe her friend Chelsea was right and she really was afraid of change. No, that wasn’t it. Kate just preferred a solid connection to the past.

"Yeah?" The gruff voice on the line wasn't at all like she'd expected an old hunter to sound like.

"Uh, hi. This is Kate Holt, owner of Holt Cutting Horses. One of my men came in a little while ago after finding the remains of three mountain lion kills on my land. My foreman, Ray Johnson, gave me your name as the best man to get rid of the problem."

Nothing but silence on the other end.

"Hello? Mr. Barger?" The impulse to roll her eyes became too much. Figures. She got the wrong number and the guy didn't even have the decency to let her know, just hung up.

"Sorry. I think you're looking for my uncle, Frank."

"Oh. Is he available?" Kate fought back the impatience threatening to make her say something rude. "Or could you have him call me back?"

"Yeah, give me your number."

Kate rattled off the number and other information she thought the hunter might need and hung up. She'd probably never hear from Barger, if she had to depend on that guy to pass the message along. He didn't seem exactly helpful.

With a sigh, she got to work wasting the rest of the day. Neighbors had to be notified of the mountain lion on her land, in case it decided to have a snack on their dime as well. And she really needed to find someone capable of hunting the damn thing down, since it seemed unlikely Frank Barger would ever call back. Then there was the matter of finding a new cook, too.

The sun hung low on the horizon by the time she hung up the phone. The neighbors were all warned, and Kate was full up on gossip, and more than a little annoyed that even business calls had to be derailed for small talk and catching up on the latest. She'd managed to search out three hunters, but all were away, hunting predators elsewhere, and couldn't get to her anytime soon.

Should she call Frank Barger's number again, on the off chance of actually speaking with him? It certainly couldn't hurt. Except the number just rang endlessly, no answer, which served to aggravate her even more. Finally, she gave up and concentrated on finding a replacement for Mandy. She'd never considered how time consuming it could be just to put 'help-wanted' notices on local websites. Fatigue gnawed at her shoulders and her bad hip ached as much as if she'd spent a hard day in the saddle.

She decided to call it an early night, but no matter how tired, she refused to forego her habitual nightly trip to the stables.