Erin isn’t sure she
can trust Drew with her heart, but she’ll need his help to track down the
treasure. She heads into the New Mexico wilderness with her brainy best friend
Camie and a feisty orange cat. The wilderness holds its own dangers, from wild
animals to sudden storms. Plus, the sinister men hunting Erin are determined to
follow her all the way to the treasure, no matter where the twisted trail
leads. Erin won’t give up an important historical find without a fight, but is
she ready to risk her life – and her heart?
“The story has it
all - action, romance, danger, intrigue, lost treasure, not to mention a
sizzling relationship....”
“Great balance of history,
romance, and adventure. Smart romance with an ‘Indiana Jones’ feel.
Well-written with an attention to detail that allowed me to picture exactly in
my head how a scene looked and played out.”
The Mad Monk’s Treasure
a Romantic Adventure by Kris Bock
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Book heat level
(based on movie ratings): PG13
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Excerpt:
Erin
floated in darkness. Where was she? What was happening? Why did she feel like
she would throw up if she tried to move?
Something
was tugging at her waist. Hands? A vague thought floated through her
consciousness – don’t move an accident victim. She tried to speak, though she
wasn’t sure what she wanted to say. Call 911? Help? Maybe the hands were help.
Somebody was there, anyway. She wasn’t alone. She tried to open her eyes, tried
to ask what had happened.
The
tugging at her waist stopped. She thought she heard a murmur of voices. The
slam of a car door jolted her so she flinched. She only noticed the car engine
when it revved up and moved away.
Silence.
The air lay hot and heavy over her. The pain started to fragment into specific
sensations – pounding in her head, a shooting pain in her neck, burning in her
hands, knees, and one elbow, grass prickling her left cheek. She remembered the
accident. She could hear the faint murmur of traffic on the highway, on the
other side of the cement divider. But that was all.
What had
happened to the person trying to help her? Had she imagined it?
Blackness
threatened to draw her in. She had to resist it. Erin sucked in a breath and
tried to focus through the pain. She’d had an accident. She was alone in a ditch.
It could be hours before someone found her. She had to move, get up to the road
at least. She shouldn’t move, but she had to.
She opened
her eyes and saw a haze of yellow slashes. She blinked and tried to focus. The
colors shimmered and would not turn into solid shapes. She blinked rapidly,
tears threatening to blur her vision more. What was wrong with her eyes?
Finally
she understood. Weeds were growing inches from her eyes, too close for her to
focus. She lay on her stomach, head turned to the side. If she concentrated,
she could feel the ground despite all the aches.
Erin
flexed her right hand until she felt the ground beneath her. She waited until
her brain understood where her arm was. She took a deep breath and gritted her
teeth. With a groan, she pushed with her hand and rolled over. She lay gasping.
“Shoot.”
Had she
said that? She didn’t think so. She forced her eyes open. She gazed up into a
face, almost close enough to kiss. Blue eyes stared down at her. They seem to
grow larger, filling her vision like the sky, drawing her in like a pool of
cool water.
“Hold on,”
a man’s voice said. “Don’t try to move. I’m calling for help.”
Help. Yes,
help would be good. She closed her eyes with a sigh.
“Stay with
me,” the voice demanded. Annoying. She wanted to sleep.
She heard
more words, something about an accident, but didn’t try to make sense of them.
Her head pounded.
A hand
grabbed her wrist. “Don’t move.” Had she? She must have, her arm was in the
air, her fingers brushing her head, although it felt strange, wrong, swollen
and stiff and distant. Oh, right – she was wearing her bike helmet. She always
wore her helmet. You never knew when you might have an accident.
The
strange hand gently guided her arm down until it lay alongside her again. Erin
whimpered. Rough fingertips brushed her cheek. “You’ll be all right,” the voice
said. “Everything is going to be okay.”
Oh, good,
Erin thought. That was all right then.
“Look at
me. Stay with me.”
Erin
blinked against the brightness until the blur above her resolved into those
blue eyes. She could get lost in those eyes. She wanted to get lost and let
everything else slip away.
The pain
in her head started to shriek. No, it was something outside. A siren, wailing
ever louder as it drew closer. Lights flashed in the corner of her vision. She
moaned and closed her eyes against the pain.
The voice
whispered over her, husky and gentle. “You’re all right now. You’ll be all
right.”
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Kris Bock writes romantic suspense novels set in
dramatic Southwestern landscapes. Whispers in the Dark brings
a gothic drama to an archaeology dig at ancient Southwest ruins. In What
We Found, a young woman’s life swiftly changes when she finds a murder
victim in the woods. In Counterfeits, an artist heads back to the
children’s art camp she once knew well – but danger awaits.
The Mad Monk’s Treasure follows the hunt for a legendary treasure in the New Mexico
desert. In The Dead Man’s Treasure, estranged relatives must follow
a series of complex clues in a competition to locate a buried treasure.
In The Skeleton Canyon Treasure, reader favorites Camie and Tiger
the cat help a mysterious man track down his missing uncle.
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