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Touching the MoonAuthor: Lisa M. Airey
Release Date: November 11th 2012
ISBN: 978-1-938436-05-5
ASIN: B00A6GM0X8
Pages: 272
Genre: Paranormal Romance,
Suspense
Suspense
Summary
A gifted healer with a genetic secret and
a haunted past, Julie Hastings takes her new veterinary degree to South Dakota
hoping to bury memories of a physically abusive stepfather and unprotective
mother.
Although intending to lead a quiet life,
she finds herself relentlessly pursued by two unwelcome suitors: the Chief of
Police and a powerful member of the Sioux Indian Nation.
The man she chooses shatters her
world-view.
Her stepfather taught her that not all
monsters run on four legs. Now Julie must face another truth—some beasts are
good.
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/-4drhhDLcSU
Chapter One Excerpt
Julie saw the wolf out of the corner of her eye. It
trotted into the zoo enclosure with the pure unadulterated confidence of the
consummate alpha male. His fur was a beautiful black-tipped gray and he moved
on feet the size of horse’s hooves. From the ankle down he could have been a
Clydesdale with claws.
The zoo community had affectionately named him “Big
Foot” in tribute to the size of his paws, but the zookeepers were more mindful
of his teeth. The animal had a mouthful of lethal incisors and he loved to curl
his lips back to expose them.
The rest of the pack loped playfully behind him,
nipping at each other’s flanks or herding one another into the retaining wall
that separated their living quarters from zoo patrons. They hopped over each
other’s backs like dolphins in the surf. They yelped and grunted and barked
with delight. They had been removed for medical examinations earlier in the
morning and were happy to be back into the “man-made wild”.
She saw the lead wolf catch her scent just as she
heard a small child point her out.
“Mommy, there’s a lady down there with the wolves.”
The pack had not been scheduled to return to the
enclosure until 3 p.m. She glanced down at her watch. It read 1:35 p.m. She
swallowed hard. It had read 1:35 p.m. last time she had checked too.
Safety protocol demanded an enclosure check before
animals were returned to their habitat. There had been no safety check.
There were anxious voices above her, but the
cacophony paled to the exploding pulse she heard in her ears. She stood rooted
to the spot, her eyes wide as the lead wolf pivoted his head in her direction,
nostrils flared.
Her eyes locked upon the hungry fire that burned
within his dark pupils. There was silent communion between them. He was hunter.
She was prey. Both of them acknowledged that she was dead meat.
The animal cut in her direction without so much as breaking stride, the rest of the pack in tow. His lips curled back as he approached her--a low, menacing growl rising from deep within his chest like the first portentous rumblings of an active volcano. The pack fanned to the left and right, flanking him, encircling her.
She didn’t want to die like this. She didn’t want
to be ripped to shreds in front of an audience of pre-schoolers and soccer
moms.
Big Foot stretched his neck out toward her,
sniffing loudly, sniffing deeply. The other wolves did the same. In an instant,
little tremors wracked her petite frame. She was doing her very best to remain
immobile, but she was shaking visibly now.
The alpha wolf watched her intently, then did
something totally unexpected. His lips rounded into a perfect ‘O’ and he howled
softly and sadly into the circle.
There was a moment of complete silence when he
finished. Even the shrieking children had quieted.
Above her, she heard truck doors slamming and the
quick scuffing of heavy feet across concrete.
“Tranquilizer darts,” someone commanded.
She heard a rifle load. Two. Three.
Big Foot howled again. Then, one by one, the other
wolves joined the lament. She dropped her sampling tools and hugged herself as
a series of small popping sounds were followed by surprised yelps.
“Reload.”
Three animals sank to their haunches. More popping
sounds, then another three sank slowly to the ground, their voices silenced
mid-howl. Big Foot bolted forward, stopped a few feet in front of her, then
ambled slowly in her direction.
He turned toward his right hindquarters when the
tranquilizer dart struck, but he whipped his head back around immediately, his
eyes on Julie.
She heard a pistol click. Real bullets now.
She heard a pistol click. Real bullets now.
“Don’t hurt him,” she shouted as a cold nose
touched the back of her hand. The animal whined softly, his breath hot and
moist upon her. He wrapped a pink tongue around her thumb then released it.
Several zookeepers were in the enclosure now, racing toward her, their pistols armed and at the ready.
Slowly, the animal collapsed at her feet. Slowly, Julie sank to her knees. Everything was going dark.
She looked up. The sun was like a full moon in the
night sky. She drew a shallow breath, then plummeted to the earth like a
meteor.
Release Date: November 2012
Publisher: Aakenbaaken & Kent, NY
Available online at Amazon and Barnes & Noble
Author
Lisa has worked in the wine industry for
20 years, the most recent eight in education with the Society of Wine Educators
and the French Wine Society. In these roles, she has authored and/or edited
wine study manuals and developed or expanded certification programs for the
wine trade.
In her free-time, she writes
fiction...naturally, with a glass of wine at the elbow.
She is a Maryland Master Gardener and
puts that training into practice in her sizable vegetable garden. To assist
her, she has recruited the services of a very helpful staff: two Chinese geese,
two mini-Rex rabbits and 2,000 red wigglers (worms)…all of which are “master
composters”. An adopted feral cat guards the perimeters and keeps the
groundhogs at bay. She resides in Monkton, Maryland.
Twitter: @LisaMAirey
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