Behind the Book: Bound to the Bounty Hunter by Hayson Manning


Why fear throws spitballs and we must hit them out of the ballpark.  

I loved, hated, cried, pouted like a denied toddler writing Bound to the Bounty Hunter. I love the story; I adore the characters. I’d plant my butt, suck back Coke Zero, stare at the screen. So what’s the problem I hear you say? Well, I do what I always do.


A typical conversation with myself.

good self: I need to finish that scene today.

sorry self: I really need to clean the oven.

Who wants to clean an oven?

good self: Starting to shake, you need to get hot dudes in a room facing off

Who doesn’t want hot, dudes in a room facing off?

sorry self: Yeah, but, I think the spare room needs painting. Have I read the fine print on the Groupon I’ll never buy? Have I zoomed around Facebook again? Have I need to cut out that recipe for an eleven-layer chocolate cake I’ll never make.

Why do I do this to myself?


I know the reason. It lurks at the back of my head, smug and smarmy.


Fear of the unknown.

Fear of failure.

Fear of fear.

I wanted to write Sophie and Harlan, but it is different from what I’ve written before. I loved that I got to write about girlfriends sitting around eating prunes wrapped in bacon, drinking margaritas and critiquing bad porn and Hot alpha dudes who go toe to toe with them.

So from now on I’m setting a new rule. Fear is not going to win. She needs to go and hang out with doom and gloom kicking dirt in the naughty corner.

I know it’s mind over matter, and quite frankly I have a lot of matter, but the mind is a tricky thing. My mind tells me I suck. The words I’m getting down blow. That cake I just made? Seagulls wouldn’t touch it.

It’s hard letting go of the fear and the procrastination, but that’s the goal with the rest of the books in the series and for life in general. After I clean the oven of course.


About Bound to the Bounty Hunter:

He had everything under control until he met her.

Harlan Franco, Colorado’s busiest bounty hunter, and security expert, lives by his rules: be in control, be detached, and never touch the asset. These rules are tested when the asset he’s being paid to secretly guard is none other than his rival, sexy, unpredictable, pain in the butt, Sophie Callaghan––a woman determined to stay away from him. If she finds out he’s in her life on an assignment, he’ll never get the info he needs. But those lips, those curves, that attitude, he bets he’ll have her for one night where she’ll play by his rules.

He didn’t expect his heart to have an opinion.

Freedom loving private investigator Sophie Callaghan is on a mission. The daughter of a con-artist is not going to be used by a man again. What she doesn’t need is hot, broody and controlling Harlan barging into her life and digging into her past. Her brain may say no, but her body craves this bad boy. After a night where both live their darkest desires, Sophie must fight their explosive chemistry because one wrong move could destroy her. She bets he has to stay far, far away.

As the stakes ramp up and secrets explode around them, both are determined to win the bet.

But there can only ever be one winner.


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About Hayson Manning:

I love Princess Bride, Young and the Restless, Days of our Lives – the drama is deliciously addictive. Big Bang Theory but will take Wolowitz over Cooper. Star Trek not Star Wars. Undercover Boss, Secret Millionaire – any story that shows the little guy making it. I follow the Buffalo Bills like a religion. I am spellbound by showjumping and equestrian eventing. I love curling up and reading all books – no genre is off-topic. I like ironing, I hate peas, love donkeys, I play a killer game of Scrabble. I will often be heading towards the fridge for another Diet Coke. I eat nothing with legs and believe wine goes with everything, oh and I’m an expert at finding new and inventive ways to avoid exercise.

I live in the sparkly beachside suburb of Redondo Beach in California with my infuriating shoe-dropping husband and my two boys who speak in mystifying grunts.

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