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By
Becca Dale
The
Minnesota border is only an hour drive from my home, but it’s worlds away in
many ways. South Dakota has one of the lowest population densities in the lower
48 with only .26% of the nation’s people, which in my mind is a good thing
unless I want to do some serious shopping. ;-) Minnesota on the other hand has
a whopping 1.7% of the US population.
Now,
why would I feel the need to share all this? Well, because in addition to
people, Minnesota also has something we do not have – wolves. Despite the
larger human population in MN, the wolves are free to run in the northern
timber away from livestock and the animosity that proximity brings. The state
has regained control of its wolf populations from the federal government as a
reward for the diligence in restoring the animal numbers. So in honor of my
newest shifter release I lift my glass to the rangers, politicians, and
citizens of Minnesota and their noble efforts to save these beautiful animals.
Ryan’s
Treasure (Book 2 in the Sanctuary Series)
Nadi has no family and no home beyond the puppy
mills where she has lived since birth. Freedom calls to her until she cannot
resist risking everything for a chance to run. But being free comes with
dangers she’s ill-equipped to handle and a guardian who promises to protect her
even as his size and brute strength terrify her.
Ryan Jones spends his life rescuing abused women by
day and tortured animals by night. Nothing stops him from watching over those
smaller or weaker until a half-starved she-wolf leaps between him and the
barrel of a gun. In a night of passion with the gorgeous shifter, everything
changes. Suddenly, by pack law, he faces an unexpected role that may destroy
his image and their future.
Can love enable Ryan’s treasure to come home to his
arms?
Excerpt:
Life is hope. The motto
often whispered in the darkest hours urged her onward. She slipped past the
sleeping guard, the one called Dane by the humans, Diablo by the animals he
supposedly protected. He lolled at his post, sprawled in his chair with his
feet up and his head thrown back against the crib wall, throat exposed. A
trickle of drool dampened his scruffy beard, and the scent of violence rolled
off of him, bitter and oppressive. If she had any strength to spare, she’d rip
his throat open for the times he’d left his chair to beat or humiliate the
helpless females under his care.
Too weak to
attack with only bared fangs, she slunk onward, silent and cautious, hugging
the buildings to hide her shadow from the harsh, yellow yard lights. Brittle
grass and sharp stones cut the tender pads of her feet, leaving a slick blood
trail across the dark farmyard. She had made it outside the shed, but liberty
remained beyond the compound. Her pulse drummed loud enough to wake the dead and
would not settle, its thump the only sound in the mocking silence. A misstep, a
startled night bird, anything could shatter the stillness and destroy her
chance.
She stopped
and scented the air. Something or someone waited beyond the unguarded gate. The
subtle whisper of agitated breaths floated on the breeze. Hesitating, torn
between escape and whatever lurked in the tall grass, the bitch crouched low. A
coyote’s howl echoed through the long valley, emphasizing the distance between
hell and the promise of peace.
Then she saw
them.
Eyes glowed in
the darkness. One, two, twenty pairs attached to unseen enemies. Frightened,
she huddled into the niche between the babies’ play yard and the building which
housed the nursing mothers. A little one whimpered, and its mother woofed it
silent.
She couldn’t
stay. Her womb remained barren, and it wouldn’t be long before a bullet ended
her misery as it had the suffering of so many through the years. For a fleeting
second, death called with sweet relief. Perhaps a similar finish lay beyond the
gate in the jaws of hidden beings. Perhaps not. Searching for a path between
the unknown creatures, a place to slide though undetected, she waited,
trembling with fear and anticipation.
Before the
answer came clear, the group rose en masse. Great beasts the likes of which
she’d never seen before emerged from the shadows. Fangs gleamed in heavy jaws.
Broad hairy monsters with two-inch claws stood upon the legs of men. Growls low
and savage rumbled through the group. Then he spoke. The largest of the
creatures hushed the others.
Get in, free
the animals, and get out.
What if we get
caught?
Do what you
must.
Emancipation
had come with glowing eyes and a comforting command.
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Don't miss Book 1 in The Sanctuary Series
Tender-hearted and lonely, Kya yearns for heritage and home. The staff
and animals at the sanctuary where she works have become almost family, but it
is not enough. She craves the stability and acceptance she hears in the voice
of her dream lover and sees in the eyes of a wounded wildcat.
Chosen to guard the royal heir, Ja
claims his lost charge in a desperate attempt to save her from enemies she can
not imagine or comprehend. At every turn desire and obligation clash as Kya
tests his loyalty to the clan and his will to walk away. Touching her breaks
the rules that he has pledged his life to uphold, but fulfilling his duty might
destroy everything worth fighting for.
Both must face the roles they were born to play. Hers to lead. His to protect. Can Hannah blindly accept her responsibility as queen or will she turn her back on the extended family she longs for in order to keep the one who destroys her loneliness? Does she even have a choice?
Both must face the roles they were born to play. Hers to lead. His to protect. Can Hannah blindly accept her responsibility as queen or will she turn her back on the extended family she longs for in order to keep the one who destroys her loneliness? Does she even have a choice?
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