A woman with a talent for numbers, Alexandra Scott wanted to escape the rat race and go someplace where the men outnumber the women. Trading in her Wall Street job and fancy condo for a rundown cabin in the woods. She ' s now Alaskan Wilderness Woman. It isn ' t long before she finds exactly what she ' s looking for: one sexy pilot named Michael Casey. But this confirmed bachelor has no intentions of getting caught in any woman ' s crosshairs ' especially a hunter as appealing as Alex. It ' ll take skill, determination, and a little romantic persuasion for this big ' game hunter to bag her prey.
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1 . Unfortunately this one just laid on the pages.
Posted July 10, 2011 by Kasey , Gatlinburg, TNI have been an Evanovich fan for many years now. I was looking forward to reading Manhunt but after purchasing it I must say that I was very let down. This book was predictable from beginning to end and completely laid on the pages. I felt the main female character was developed as a dense, self absorbed woman caught up in her own boring situtations. In my opionion, the "romantic" side of the book never reached beyond an elementary bantering level. Unfortunately this book never seemed to come to life.
November 30, 2005
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Excerpt from Manhunt by Janet Evanovich
Michael Casey strolled along the Juneau waterfront, enjoying the briny smell of the early morning mist and the screeching Keee of seabirds overhead. He rubbed his thumb across the dark stubble of beard on his chin, ruffled his unkempt sandy-colored hair, and admitted that he was a bum at heart. In an hour his cargo plane would be loaded with salmon, and he would be off to San Francisco, but for now, he was at leisure to do as he pleased.
He watched the Alaskan state ferry dock and swing its boarding ramps into place. Cars and campers began to trickle from the lower deck, and a few passengers hustled down the gangplank to stretch their legs while the ship went through the loading and unloading process. A young woman struggled along the ramp, dragging a mountain of a dog behind her. She was tall, maybe five-foot-eight, Casey guessed, and had the bones and slim angular beauty of a high-paid fashion model. She paused for a second to shove a mass of glossy red-brown hair behind her ears and to push the sleeves of her fuzzy cream-colored sweater above her elbows. Casey smiled unconsciously as he watched her, wondering about her destination, enjoying the spectacle she was creating as she tried to drag her reluctant dog down the gangplank.
Alex didn't notice the man watching her from the dock. She had more pressing places to direct her energy. Bruno was being a pain. She took a firm grip on his leash and silently cursed her grandfather for willing her a rottweiler. Why couldn't she have inherited a small, polite animal A hamster, or a guppie, or a hermit crab.
"Listen up, Bruno," Alex said, gritting her teeth, "I've dragged you all the way from the cargo deck so we could take a walk while the boat is being loaded, and I'm not going to give up now. Either you haul yourself down that ramp, or I'll cancel your subscription to Dog World."
In all honesty, she couldn't blame him for throwing a temper tantrum. She'd carted the animal three thousand miles across the country in a two-seater sports car, and for the past four days he'd been kept in a kennel cage belowdecks.
The big black dog, obviously not impressed with the threat, settled in an uncooperative heap at her feet.
Alex narrowed her eyes and reached for the gold-chained Chanel purse slung over her shoulder. "Okay, I guess I'll have to use my secret weapon." She took a foil-wrapped package from her handbag and waved it under Bruno's nose. "A doughnut!"