Title : Karter
Author: Scott Hildreth
Published on : November 22, 2014
Jak is a former Navy SEAL attempting to secretly return to civilian life after a career in the military. For some reason he’s afraid to return to his hometown. He decides to hide in the comfort of Wichita, 30 miles away.
Karter is a gorgeous woman attempting to hide from everyone. She is covered in tattoos, rides a Harley, has a foul mouth, and works as an artist painting abstract art at home. She hates people, and rightfully so. Someone has turned her in to the state for being mentally insane, and although she’s not an addict, she must complete a 28 day drug treatment.
When they meet, it’s magic. The once in a lifetime explosion of emotion, infatuation, and passion we all dream of. Immediately, they both feel love.
Jak is older.
Karter is younger.
For fear of the other person not being able to accept the truth, they each choose to not disclose their age.
But sooner or later, all secrets come to the surface.
All secrets.
And when they do, everything changes.
Everything.
My mind is colorfully swirling, like the cover of this book,
like the canvas of one of Karter’s paintings. I am trying to make sense of all
that is going through my mind thinking of this book. It’s like a puzzle where
all of the pieces are laid out and someway the pieces have to fit…perfectly…and
someway…in the end…they do.
In twenty years of
travels, I’d been to more countries than I could ever count, and encountered no
less than a million people. I had never, however, been exposed to any woman
more brash than Karter. ~Jak
A gorgeous Harley
riding, tattoed, combat knife carrying woman covered in miscellaneous colors of
paint and grease. If Karter was doing nothing else, she was capturing my
interest. ~Jak
Karter: One badass
chick. Life didn’t deal her the best hand and she still makes her way through
the tough times, doing what she loves, staying strong and taking care of number
one, even when life doesn’t always make sense. She is fractured and broken, but
she keeps fighting the fight. She’s a beautiful, Harley-riding, tattooed, girl.
Very outspoken, funny as hell and you DO NOT want to mess with her and her Benchmade knife.
“So you’re more than
just big and sexy. You’re actually useful, Jak." ~Karter
“Do you slay dragons
with that sword, Jak?” ~Karter
Jak: One sexy-as-sin retired Navy SEAL. He only has one
tattoo that displays the SEAL’s emblem. He is wondering what life is going to be
like now that he is retired after a little more than 20 years as a SEAL. He
worries he may become a statistic of PTSD and/or suicide. It seems he also has one
appendage that is LARGE! ;)
They meet and even though she is a bird-flying, smart-mouthed
chic, Jak is fascinated, but after a while, Karter is melting…And. I. Do.
Mean. Melting. I crack up laughing just thinking of the scene when they discuss
their first lunch together. Oh My Gosh! I laughed so hard at Karter. She is so
hilarious with her outrageous honesty. She pulls no punches when talking. To
ANYONE. She hasn’t much of a filter.
The great thing about Jak is, even though he is several
years older than she, he doesn’t try to treat her as a child. He lets Karter be
Karter. Now, that isn’t to say he doesn’t teach her a lesson every-now-and-then,
but he never bosses her or talks down to her. Jak has his funny moments too, he
learns very quickly how to handle Karter, so his ingenious ways to do so are
GOLDEN (and sexy as hell.) Yeah, I might have had a few *clears throat* “melting”
moments myself while reading.
"I have no intent of fucking you over. In fact, I have every intention
of making you mine. Mine. Do you understand me, Karter? I don’t want to know
what it’s like to spend another day without you." ~Jak
There is plenty of secrets, loads
of soul-deep love and serious subject matter (a couple of times my heart was
breaking a little) but, it also has some major HOT pounding sex (Karter will
explain anything to anyone that might come to the door) and is so hilarious (Kudos,
Scott, for the Harley dealership scene on the softail and Teddy’s remarks!)
I love every book by Scott Hildreth I have ever read, but
this one has a different feel to it. Dare I say a little growth? He already has
a great signature writing style. The language, when reading, you can always
tell is a Scott Hildreth book, but this one had something a little different. Maybe
because of whom Karter is and her being such a different character just made it
feel that way or he is stretching his wings in giving a little different “voice”
to this book. I’m still trying to nail that
down, either way; the book is one of those books I want to read again. It is
that good. I don’t have much time to do that, but at some point I will make
time to read it again. 5 Golden Stars KC
“Need a ride somewhere?” I asked.
“I’m not leaving it here,” she snapped as she pointed toward the cars entering the highway.
“Well,” I hesitated as I turned toward the truck.
“We can load it in the bed of the truck. I’ve got some tie-down straps in the back.”
“You got any ramps?” she raised her eyebrows and pushed her fingers into her back pockets.
“No, but we shouldn't need them. Together we can lift the front tire into the bed, you can get in, and I’ll lift the rear in by myself,” I said confidently.
“It’s a full size Harley Softail. It weighs seven fifty,” she chuckled.
“Well, it’s worth a try,” I shrugged.
“Better not scratch it. I’m Karter,” she said as she reached over the bike.
Her hand was covered in grease, paint, and tattoos. Without hesitation, I took her hand in mine and shook it firmly. If she was nothing else, she was an interesting woman. She looked as if she spent a considerable amount of time in the sun, probably on her bike. It was difficult totell her age due to the dark color of her tanned skin, but my guess was somewhere in her latter twenties.
“I’m Jak,” I said as we shook.
“Yeah, you said that already. I heard you the first time,” she nodded as she released my hand.
She swiftly kicked the kick-stand and began pushing the bike toward the rear of the truck.
“I got it, this isn't the first time I’ve had to push this fucker somewhere,” she said as I tried to help her push the bike backward.
“Fair enough,” I said as I released the seat from my grasp and smiled.
“You said that earlier. Fair enough. Quite a vocabulary you have, Jak,” she smiled as she brought the bike to a stop alongside the rear of the truck.
In twenty years of travels, I’d been to more countries than I could ever count, and encountered no less than a million people. I had never, however, been exposed to any woman more brash than Karter. I smiled and rolled my eyes as she positioned the bike in the center of the truck’s bumper.
“Just hop in the bed and steady the handlebars,” I said as I lowered the tailgate.
“Fair enough,” she responded.
I turned to face her and smiled. As she jumped into the bed of the truck, I noticed the knife clipped to her right jeans pocket. Although many people in recent years carried knives, very few chose one worth actually using. She, on the other hand, had selected one worthy of combat. One I would have chosen.
“Benchmade. Nice choice,” I nodded as I pulled upward on the handlebars.
“Thanks for noticing. Not much sense in carrying some cheap fucker from Wal-Mart. Anything worth doing is worth doing right,” she said as he bent over and reached for the handlebars.
“I agree,” I responded.
A Benchmade folding combat style knife would cost a civilian roughly three hundred dollars. When a similar but certainly less effective copy could be purchased for one tenth the cost, the few who chose to carry such a blade generally did so for a reason. A gorgeous Harley riding, tattooed, combat knife carrying woman covered in miscellaneous colors of paint and grease. If Karter was doing nothing else, she was capturing my interest.
I needed to know more.
As soon as the rear tire of the bike entered the bed of the truck, she grinned as if she wondered all along whether or not I could have actually lifted it.
“So you’re more than just big and sexy. You’re actually useful, Jak. You hold it steady, and I’ll strap it down,” she said as she straightened the handlebars.
She thinks I’m sexy.
Well, Karter, the feeling is mutual. “Fair enough,” I chuckled. Maybe retirement wouldn’t be so bad after all.
Scott Hildreth was born in San Diego, California and now resides in Wichita, Kansas.
He lives a simple life of reading, writing and riding his motorcycle. When he isn't writing, you may find him in a local coffee shop, tattoo parlor or riding his Harley.
Scott is a proud father and lives devoted to the love of his life, Jessica.
His exposures in life and his experience in writing allow him to cross many genres and do so with a high degree of accuracy.
Scott's novels include Broken People, Undefeated, Unstoppable, Unleashed, Unbroken, Baby Girl - Ruined, Baby Girl - Owned, Baby Girl - Loved, To the Depths of Hell, The Alpha-Bet, Finding Parker, and Karter
Great review!! Love all Scott's books too and will be starting this soon!!
ReplyDelete