K.R. Hill has written for magazines, websites and newspapers. His writing is influenced by the stories he heard as a child from a law-enforcement parent. At twenty-two he left the USA and traveled, bailed hey, picked apples, ran a bar, and taught English. During his decade in Europe, Israel, Africa, and Yucatan, he began writing travel articles and studying the works of the authors he loved: Jules Verne, Hemingway, Steinbeck, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Lawrence Durrell, and Karen Blixen. When Kevin returned to the US, he found adventure by creating it in novels. Grab a backpack and come along.
K.R. Hill has written for magazines, websites and newspapers. His writing is influenced by the stories he heard as a child from a law-enforcement parent. At twenty-two he left the USA and traveled, bailed hey, picked apples, ran a bar, and taught English. During his decade in Europe, Israel, Africa, and Yucatan, he began writing travel articles and studying the works of the authors he loved: Jules Verne, Hemingway, Steinbeck, F. Scott...
A hard-nosed private investigator must protect a young widow from a criminal organization that is scouring the streets to find a priceless map. The P.I. is also setting a trap for a sadistic killer who murdered two of his friends and got away. This time, the killer is stalking the P.I.'s wife.
Private investigator Connor Marin is on the run. The Russian mob wants his head. The local cops want to beat the big P.I. black and blue. Connor's investigation into an old murder case, and the men in high places who financed the killing, has stirred up the rich and powerful. During the investigation, Connor discovers that his father murdered a...
After a recent hurricane, an American ex-pat, Marshall, finds a gold disk while spear fishing near Cancun. Suddenly, Marshall is being hunted and flees Mexico with his ten-year-old son.
In Amsterdam, Marshall seeks help from his brother, a cop on the Amsterdam force, but Marshall is murdered, and his brother, Cody, is saddled with a nephew he...
My Grandmother was quite fey. She had one foot in this world, and the other, well, it was somewhere else. This story was taken from one of the stories of my family that she loved to retell with her special Texas twang reserved for great tales like this. I hope you enjoy it. Btw, this story is in one of my short story collections, and is copyrighted as part of that book. Note: The formatting kind of got lost in the copy/paste process, but of course you know that in its original form the...
