Touched by the MoonTouching the Moon Series
Book Two
Lisa M. Airey
Genre: Paranormal Fiction
Publisher: Aakenbaaken & Kent, New York
Date of Publication: December 2015
ISBN: 978-1-938436-17-8
Number of pages: 309
Word Count: 85, 071
Cover Artist: www.Reese-Winslow.com
Book Description:
Taken
The timber wolves of Fallston, South Dakota fall prey to an international ring of fur trappers. Unfortunately, timber wolves are not all they capture. Taken by a savage group of criminals and transported half a world away to Denmark, two young boys must set aside their sibling rivalry to survive the violence that surrounds them.
Haunted
Julie Walker is haunted by the loss of her sons and haunted by the reappearance of the one man she never wanted to see again in her lifetime, Hayden Kolding. He has an agenda, and a surprising ally, forcing Julie to confront a side of herself that she has fought long and hard to deny.
Hunted
But life is seldom simply a matter of black and white. As victim becomes victor and hunter becomes hunted, there is a world of gray. And Gray Walker is out for blood.
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Excerpt:
Elliott Rand had been close to the end of his search grid when he was called back in to home base. The reckless boys had been found and now it was time for a couple of fingers of Gentleman Jack and some good home cookin’. Julie’s cooking. He was ready. More than ready.
He heard a wolf off in the distance. But it wasn’t a howl. It was a cry of pain. Abject pain.
Elliott shifted direction and cursed his fate. He was betting dollars to doughnuts that a timber wolf had been caught in an illegal wolf trap. It would be next to impossible to save a feral wounded without a tranquilizer gun. The best he could do was put the beast out of its misery. He clenched his jaws.
He moved as quickly as he was able, but the air was biting cold. It hurt to breathe. His eyes scanned the landscape for a safe path to follow and he moved forward with caution. The snowfall had been heavy, but it was powder dry and had slid down the mountain slope leaving a thinner blanket on the steeper portions. It was there he found the gray timber wolf gnawing at a left hind leg that was viciously pinned between two jaws of steel.
“God,” murmured Elliott.
He took a step forward and felt his left leg buckle beneath him. The ice cut into his face as he took a nose dive into the snow. When he could take a breath and move past the searing, blinding pain, he looked back. His left leg was trapped within a shark’s maw of metal.
He pushed himself upright and tried to survey the damage, but all he could do was whimper like a child. The shame of his weakness galvanized him with attitude. He bit his glove and tried to corral his focus.
Breathe. Breathe.
With trembling hands he tried to pry the trap loose, but his arms were like rubber. He looked up at the wolf. It was thirty feet away, its lip curled up in a menacing snarl. Elliott tried to pry the trap loose again. And failed.
It was getting darker, he noticed. Odd that. It was mid-afternoon. He scrabbled at the metal vice pinning his leg.
Broken, the leg was definitely broken.
He looked back to the wolf. The animal was trying to chew through its own leg to get free. The white snow surrounding him was screaming red. Or was he the one screaming? All he could hear was ringing in his ears.
Elliott pulled his gun free of its holster and set it within reach, then he fumbled for his radio, dropping it four times. He took off his gloves to get better purchase, but the freezing wind stiffened his hands like wet wash hung outside in the winter cold.
Good news was, the pain had stopped. His leg was numb. Totally numb. And the wolf wasn’t growling. No. No more growling at all.
He stilled as little white pinpricks of light danced around the edges of his vision, then the pain washed back over him like a riptide trying to carry him off to someplace deep and dark. A small bone-carved pendant weaved before his face--a leather-bound pendant wrapped around a thick neck of fur. He reached out for that lifeline.
There was a sudden warmth. And then he let go and drifted into oblivion.
About the Author:
Lisa lives in Monkton, Maryland. When not writing, she spends her free time in the vegetable garden or in the kitchen cooking what she grows. She writes wine textbooks by day and novels by night. In January of 2016, she was knighted by the French government for her contribution to French Agriculture, namely wine! This is her second novel.
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