There is something magical in them there hills – and what could it be? Well, there is the Kinkirk Clan. Tall. Big. Muscled. Lots of shaggy hair, facial and otherwise and eyes that seem to laser beam through you. Did I mention gorgeous? There are brothers and cousins and uncles and nephews and, well, you can’t walk down the street without running into a Kinkirk. They seem to own almost everything in town.
Their family has been there long before there was written history in this area and no one really knows how they arrived or why, but they all know there is a goal for all the men in the Kinkirk Clan – protect the females.
Women in need find their way there. Some by bus, some on foot, some are dropped off by friends, one by motorcycle, others have arrived to a new career or to seek a truth . The only thing they have in common is that they all have a need.
Protected, nurtured, guarded, taught, whatever their need is, the Kinkirks will keep them safe and help them thrive.
The women all have secrets and so do the Kinkirks.
Some women understand and some never do. Or need to. All they need to know is that they are safe in the magical town of Zepheryhills.