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    Kentucky 98 Proof
    Kentucky 98 Proof
    Kentucky 98 Proof
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    Kentucky 98 Proof

    By KC Kendricks

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    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."

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWhite Deer Enterprises/White Deer Books
    Release dateApr 1, 2016
    ISBN9781524270551
    Kentucky 98 Proof
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    KC Kendricks

    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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      Kentucky 98 Proof - KC Kendricks

      About Kentucky 98 Proof

      A certified Best Seller at All Romance eBooks, September 2013

      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.

      When city slicker Victor Carter arrives on Shepherd Mountain, Boone knows he’s got a whole new brand of trouble to deal with. And this time, the badge isn’t going to help him at all.

      What they said about Kentucky 98 Proof

      5 Hearts from Hearts on Fire Reviews

      If you like romance, men in uniforms and smart guys, cabin settings and seemingly opposites attracting, you’ll like this story – and there are quite a few hot scenes, as well as straight ahead romantic and funny ones. Great story that I would recommend!

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      From Top2Bottom Reviews:

      [a] good contemporary romance...Reading about these two men getting to know each other was fascinating and my attention was riveted. A worthwhile story with compelling characters and slow-to-reveal family secrets.

      About Kentucky 98 Proof

      What they said about Kentucky 98 Proof

      CHAPTER 1

      CHAPTER 2

      CHAPTER 3

      CHAPTER 4

      CHAPTER 5

      CHAPTER 6

      CHAPTER 7

      CHAPTER 8

      CHAPTER 9

      CHAPTER 10

      CHAPTER 11

      CHAPTER 12

      CHAPTER 13

      CHAPTER 14

      CHAPTER 15

      CHAPTER 16

      EPILOGUE

      Bonus chapter: Ride Your Luck

      About the Author

      Books by KC Kendricks

      Dear Readers,

      CHAPTER 1

      It wasn’t a joke. The terms of the old man’s will were very specific. If Victor Carter wanted the seventy acres on the side of Shepherd Mountain, he’d have to move to Kentucky and live on his late grandfather’s property for a year. And to top it off, he only had twenty-one days to decide what he planned to do and advise the estate executor, someone named Boone Mosely, of his decision.

      If he passed on the property, this Mosely character would receive it, free and clear, and Vic wouldn’t receive one red penny. It didn’t seem fair, but apparently, Mosely already lived in Four Points, Kentucky, US of A.

      Vic leaned on the side of his car and petted Ranger’s smooth head as the dog stuck it out the car window. Well, boy, what should we do? Would you like to be a mountain dog for a year? Run free. Chase vermin like a real dog?

      A wet, pink tongue licked his hand. Was that a yes, no, or I’m hungry and you should take me home for some kibble lick? The dog was great company, but occasionally obtuse in his replies.

      Shepherd Mountain sounds like a great place for a mutt-hound like you to live, don’t you think, boy? And you’re already a Ranger.

      The dog wagged his tail when he heard his name. Vic tugged on a silky ear.

      I wonder what my clients will think if I move to Kentucky for a year? He scratched Ranger’s bristly chin. What? No answer to that, either? What good are you, dog?

      Vic snapped his fingers and pointed at the backseat. Ranger obediently slipped between the bucket seats and curled up in his assigned spot for when the car was moving. Vic walked around the Mustang and slid behind the steering wheel.

      What would his clients think? Thanks to the joys of the Internet, he rarely saw the majority of his regulars face-to-face. If the place on Shepherd Mountain had an Internet connection that worked, they wouldn’t know if he were keeping their books and generating reports from Pennsylvania or Kentucky. And surely there’d be some folks in Four Points in need of an accountant. He could pick up a few new clients, especially during tax season.

      The first thing he needed to do was take a trip south and check out the property. It was almost eight hours by car, so he could leave early on Saturday and drive back on Sunday. That should give him an idea of what he was up against. Maybe he’d be able to find Mosely and ask, point blank, what he intended to do with the property at the end of the year if Vic passed on it.

      Vic started the engine and put the car in gear. Why would his grandfather leave him the property in the first place? He’d never even met the man. The closest he’d come to his grandfather was the envelope filled with old black-and-white snapshots he’d found when he settled his father’s estate thirteen years ago. He put the car back into park and switched off the engine.

      He should have gone to find his grandfather. He’d found the address when his father fell ill and had sent a letter saying his dad wasn’t expected to make it. At the time, part of him hoped his grandfather would magically appear and help him, but it hadn’t happened. He’d buried his father alone, a twenty-year-old with no clue about anything, much less what the fuck to do for his future.

      That had to be why his grandfather left the property to him. There was no one else. Except for Mosely, whoever the hell he was.

      Had Mosely tended to William Carter? Had he seen to it the old guy had food in the house? Had he mowed the grass and cleaned the gutters for his grandfather? Had Mosely been the one to find his grandfather’s body?

      Maybe Mosely was entitled to the place. Perhaps Mosely had been more than a friend with old William Carter.

      Vic re-started the car and pulled away from the curb. He had to at least make one trip to Kentucky and find out.

      *          *          *

      Four Points was a quaint little town tucked in the valley below Shepherd Mountain. Its main thoroughfare bustled with cars and pedestrians as Vic slowed his Mustang for the town’s single traffic light. According to the town’s website, somewhere very near the center of the square, the corners of four separate counties met, hence the name Four Points.

      The accountant in Vic wondered how they worked out the tax jurisdictions, while the part of him operating the car pondered where he could park. He was reasonably sure someone in the hardware store could give him directions to Harmony Run Road because his GPS hadn’t been worth a fuck for the last twenty miles. He spied a spot down a side street and made a fast right-hand turn.

      Being a small community, he hoped the people in the store wouldn’t object to Ranger being with him. He couldn’t leave the dog in the car and risk someone reaching inside the vehicle to pet him. Ranger might be unsettled after the long drive and take exception to such a familiarity, and Vic wasn’t about to leave the dog in the car alone without the windows open for fresh air.

      The hardware store was right out of the twentieth century. The aged oak floor gleamed darkly and creaked underfoot with each step, while the mingled musty scent of seeds, fertilizer, and livestock feed provided the perfect accompaniment to the lemon fragrance of wood polish. A black pellet stove with shiny silver trim sat in a place of honor on a ceramic tile hearth in the corner and beside it was a small table for two with a checkers board. Behind the counter, whose crown was an old-fashioned cash register, a trim, athletic, sixty-ish-looking man peered over his round, gold-rimmed spectacles at Ranger.

      Good looking animal. Got some German Shorthaired Pointer in him, doesn’t he? Does he bite?

      Only dog biscuits.

      The man reached into a glass bowl and pulled out a dog treat. Well, then, how about he and I make friends?

      Vic grinned. His name is Ranger. Tell him ‘easy’ or he’ll snatch it.

      Dogs love me. I’m Tom. Tom Mullins. I own the store. He held the biscuit out to Ranger, who gingerly accepted the offering.

      Vic held out his right hand. Victor Carter.

      Tom shook his hand and looked him up and down. Yep. You do sort of resemble your grandfather. Bill was a good man. I was sorry he passed.

      Vic gave the man a few points for not saying he was sorry for Vic’s loss. Tom Mullins surely knew he and his grandfather didn’t know each other and any loss was...

      Thanks. I’m sorry, too, that I never got to know him. I have a favor to ask. Can you tell me how to get to his place on Shepherd Mountain? My GPS doesn’t have a Harmony Run Road in its database.

      Tom rubbed the back of his neck. Does Boone Mosely know you’re here?

      Vic bristled inside. Everyone in small towns knew everyone else’s business so it stood to reason there were a few who knew the specifics of his grandfather’s will and it could be the proprietor of the hardware store had been a friend to Bill Carter. Vic kept his voice and manner polite. None of this was the result of anything Mullins had done.

      I’ve not yet had the opportunity to meet Mr. Mosely, although I hope to be able to track him down while I’m here.

      He’s easy to find. Look for the black four-wheel-drive Chevy pickup with ‘Sheriff’ painted on the sides. Tom waved at a couple who walked into the store behind Vic. I can give him a call for you. I have him on speed dial.

      Mosely being the local sheriff cast new light on why he was involved. His grandfather had been in law enforcement in his younger days. He’d have made it a point to support Mosely.

      Vic hesitated. Um, I really want to see my grandfather’s place before I meet Sheriff Mosely. And I think Ranger would like the chance to really stretch his legs with a run.

      Of course. Hold on a minute, and I’ll draw you a little map. It’s not difficult to get to from here.

      The couple approached the cash register. Tom nodded to them while he spoke to Vic. Why don’t you take a look around the store while I ring them out and then get artistic?

      Vic grinned at Tom’s not so subtle attempt to make a sale. He started down the first aisle, with Ranger heeling smartly at his side. Maybe he should purchase something as a way to say thanks for the help. A jug of windshield washer solution for the car would do the trick since he actually might need it based on the weather forecast he’d heard predicting snow tomorrow afternoon. Tom had a simple map ready when he set the container on the counter.

      "You just go straight out Miller Road about four miles, until you get to Black Creek Road. Turn right. Go about another four miles and turn right onto Harmony Run Road. From there, it’s less than two miles.

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