Hunting for Alyssa (Alpha Recovery Book 3)

By Mandy Morgan

An Older Alpha Man and Younger Curvy Woman Romance

Tucker
Everyone at Alpha Recovery calls me Crow.
Let's just say I've got a keen eye for pretty things.
Which has never been a problem. Until I meet Alyssa.
She's younger by a decade and has killer curves...
Of course, she's also my latest bounty, and on the run.

Alyssa
I've never liked older men. Never.
But when I meet Tucker, things change.
The sharp-eyed bounty hunter goes by Crow.
And I can see why. He doesn't take his gaze off of me.
Which I both love and hate, since I'm trying so hard to hide...

Hunting for Alyssa is the THIRD book in the interconnected Alpha Recovery Series. 
There are NO romance cliffhangers and a satisfying HEA in every book for each couple. 
Do you love a fast-paced, over-the-top, and sizzling romance with a sweet story?
This is the series for you...You'll love every OTT and 100% safe moment of these stories! 

Come and meet ALL of the mouth-watering bounty hunters of Alpha Recovery. 
And the sassy women that they first track down and then vow to never let go...

Book 1: Tank and Hannah's Story
Book 2: Bear and Shelby's Story
Book 3: Crow and Alyssa's Story
Book 4: Nails and Sophie's Story

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mandy Morgan
• Release date: Sep 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393106128

Book preview

1

Alyssa

The blazing sun is already sinking well below the horizon of my small town, but the air is still sticky and hot as hell.

Despite this, I shrink further into my oversized black hoodie and make sure that it's concealing my shoulder-length ebony waves.

The sky is streaked with blue and purple as yet another evening breaks. As I watch the sky, a shudder ripples through me. Lately, I hate the night. There's no warm bed to curl up into and no sense of safety.

When you're on the run, you give up those luxuries. I’ve had to learn that the hard way. But that knowledge didn't make the aching in my heart any easier to deal with.

Subconsciously, I almost tug nervously at a stray lock of hair, but then I remind myself to keep my hands down. The less people see of me, the better. That way, if they see wanted posters of me around town, they won't be able to turn me in.

That’s why this heavy sweatshirt is so important. It conceals my hair and the curvy shape of my ample body. I'm a girl with a lot to love, but I’ve never really had the time to find someone man enough to take on all of me. Or the interest, to be totally honest.

The other people around me move quietly, their voices hushed like they're all sharing some sort of hidden secret. I imagine there are plenty of secrets weighing on all of us. You don't choose to live on the street because due to the glamour of it all.

I peer out curiously from under my hood, looking over my companions again. It had been over a week since I joined the group of squatters roaming around town night after night, looking for a roof to take shelter under. Most of the time, that roof is just an overhang in an alley.

I don't know much about any of them. I'd kept to myself when I crept into their paltry ranks, although keeping to myself isn't unusual for me.

I've always been a little bit of a loner. I like to keep to myself. I'm not the type of girl to cause trouble, which is why this predicament of mine is especially frustrating.

These people aren't my friends or accomplices or even acquaintances. They're a shield. When other people pass by on the street, they don't seem to notice any of us. And I like that. Right now, I need to be invisible.

Abruptly, blue and red lights pierce through the growing darkness of evening and the mood of my little ragtag group goes tense.

I'm not impervious to that reaction. My spine stiffens as the lights of the wandering cop car get closer and closer, until finally, the car zooms by at