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EBOOK ISBN: 11-58749-052-8, PRINT ISBN: 1-58749-116-8
GENRE: romance/suspense
AUTHORS: Barbara Raffin
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DESCRIPTION: When Madison Montgomery joins Native American artist Walker Armstrong's wolf re-population project, he sees her as just another city-bred female dabbling in the latest trendy cause, not unlike the last woman in his life. But Madison's motives are more complex. She's hunting the man who raped her best friend. As Madison teaches Walker to trust his heart once more, he teaches her it takes passion to free the soul. |
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REVIEWS: "Madison Montgomery's best friend, Laurel, was brutally raped and traumatized to the point that she took her own life. Now bringing Laurel's rapist to justice becomes Madison's biggest goal. Her search leads her to join the crew on a wolf study site looking for a man with a unique tattoo. How difficult can it be to check out the chests of four men? It turns out to be more challenging than she ever guessed. This is a must read. I highly recommend it." Review by Kathy Boswell for Romantic Times magazine 4 STARS "Brimming with excitement, suspense and tension, WOLFSONG is a captivating read, boasting a thrill packed plot and strong, interesting characters."Review by Astrid Kinn for Romance Reviews Today "Walker Armstrong doesn't suffer fools at all. He's running a wolf study, not a summer camp. He's certain the city girl he's just picked up at the bus station will soon beg to be let out of her arrangement to provide housekeeping services for the four men tracking an elusive wolf... Maddie is both drawn to and repulsed by Walker's strong presence... When the sexual sparks ignite between this wounded man and woman, Raffin's WOLFSONG really sizzles...the passion she infuses in Maddie and Walker stands out as the strongest aspect of the book." Reviewed by Chris Carsten of The Romance Readers Club |
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Excerpt: "Walker--" "You surprise me," he leveled, turning on her. "I didn't expect to see you crawl into the daylight quite so early. Or is that the reason for the sunrise pot of coffee?" He nodded at the coffee filled mug in her hand-the mug she'd held out to him in silent offering as he'd passed. "Is that your hangover remedy?" She winced. "About last night--" "Faint of memory? You want to know what happened?" "I remember," she murmured, her lips twitching at the memory of his hungry kiss, her abdominal muscles tightening against the remembered weight of his arousal pressed into her stomach. She drew a breath between parted lips and across a tongue that still recalled the sweet cola flavor of his mouth and repeated in a pained whisper, "I remember." "Good, then there's nothing to be said about last night." He wheeled away from her and headed for the back porch. "I just make it a point not to get involved with men on the rebound," she blurted at his back. "Men on the rebound?" he pitched almost chidingly, circling back at her. "Men on the rebound!" His voice crescendoed and his hair shuddered across his shoulders. "What the hell difference should it make to a one night stand?" Madison blanched. "Who the hell told you my business anyway?" he demanded. "Mike? Dalton? Damn the pair of them!" Her hand shook, spilling hot coffee out of the mug and over her fingers. "You don't do rebounds, hell," he growled, advancing on her, towering over her with his massive height and brute strength. He waved the Pepsi can so close in her face she felt its chill, a chill that all but hissed with evaporation as it buffeted his burning rage. "You uptown girls don't do anything that's not trendy." "Trendy?" "There was a time when having a man of my shading was trendy." His voice had gone low, threatening; and a shadow crossed his eyes, the same shadow she'd seen in them last night on the back porch when he'd accused her of having tastes for paler men. She thought she understood why he was so deeply injured. "This has nothing to do with you being--" His eyes went dead, paralyzing her to silence. "Have you forgotten the latest politically correct label?" he mocked when she didn't continue. "I believe it's Native American." "It had nothing to do with your heritage," she croaked, fighting the urge to back away from him. "You just surprised me." "Now you say I surprised you. A minute ago you said you didn't do rebounds. Last night you said you hadn't offered me any invitation. Which is it?" "It-it's all of it." He straightened, squared his shoulders, and peered down at her through narrowed eyes. "If I was white, this would have ended last night...on the porch floor." |
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Author
BIO: Award
winning author Barbara Raffin has loved books for as long as she
can remember. Whether buying them through school book sales when
a glossy-covered treasure could be had for a quarter or perusing
the dusty shelves at her local, ancient library, their magic drew
her. At twelve, Barbara wrote her first story in retaliation to
the lack of female leads in the adventure stories she loved reading...and
a novelist was born. |
