The Hunter - my first novel

And here is my first novel, The Hunter, a fictional story [Christian based] about hope and a new future. It is approx. 42 chapters long and a light read, filled with adventure, trials, deaths and more...

Visit Smashwords, Barnes&Noble, Kobo, Scribd or other online stores to purchase it... Reviewers please contact me via nelson.canha@gmail.com and I'll email book and cover to you for a review...

Purchase here ... http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/314037 or...
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-hunter-nelson-canha/1115340623?ean=2940044522336

An excerpt starting ...

Chapter 1

       He had the lion in his sight. He held tight onto the rifle and aimed, viewing through the scope at the king of the jungle, a beast which could kill a human in minutes. Jonathan felt the sweat run down his cheek. It was hot and humid. The rest of the group of hunters stood a small distance behind him, waiting for the shot. They did not move. They did not want the lion to sense danger or see them. Jonathan took a deep breath and steadied his rifle, pressing his finger slightly tighter on the trigger. The shot was loud and within seconds the great beast fell to the ground. It uttered a soft growl and now lay dead between the bushes. Everyone cheered and walked closer to where Jonathan had been lying down.

Jonathan was beaming. This was his trophy. They had been tracking this king of the jungle for

three days. Tired and dusty, they had found it. Tony was the first to reach Jonathan. He spoke out loud and said, “Great shot man, and what a trophy. That’s a monster of an animal.” Jonathan was still beaming from ear to ear; he was proud of his trophy he had just gained. “Yes, it is a great one. I thought I was going to miss the shot, sweating too much, but it was ok.” The rest of the group joined them and congratulated Jonathan on a fine kill. Everyone was tired. Some had shot some animals during the length of the day. Their cruisers were loaded with wild animals. Two kudus, four eland, and now a lion. They still had another five days of hunting left before they went home. The group was seven men strong, including Jonathan.

      Jonathan was a professional hunter and arranged hunting expeditions for groups of men at various venues across South Africa and Namibia. Hunting was his work. It paid well. It was time to go back to base camp. It would take them a while to reach it. The bush and jungle was quite dense in this area, but everyone had enjoyed the trip so far. “Gents, I trust you have enjoyed the first days of our outing. There are still five days left. Tonight we will decide where to next, and what you wish to hunt.” They all thanked him for these three days and everyone trundled back to the two cruisers parked fifty meters from them. Fred was the eldest amongst them. William was the youngest, Fred’s son. The ages ranged from twenty-two to fifty-six years of age. A great group Jonathan was thinking. If all the groups were like these guys. It was time to head back. They loaded the lion into a trailer and headed back to base camp.

and more...

Chapter 4

Jonathan got out of bed at eight-thirty the morning. To him it felt like a blue Monday. He would connect up with the hunting organization he was a member of. Most of his expeditions came through them, members of the organization. He did marketing through a website as well. That brought him about thirty percent of his business. He had a shower and left.

 

William had asked him if he could stay in contact with him. Jonathan did not mind at all. What a lively young man he was. Jonathan found it strange that William was not scared or even afraid of speaking about God in the way he did. Even criticism did not bother him. He would hear from him again, that he was sure of. William had sent him a sms, stating that he was praying for him. Jonathan did not bother at all. It made no difference to him. He did not ever believe in any god, never mind the God that William spoke about.

 

By ten o’clock Jonathan was done and left for his destination, the Hunter’s Association of South Africa. It was going to be a great day. He was hoping for a new group of hunters before the season closed. There were five weeks left. On arrival, he walked into the building and approached the reception area.