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Blurb
Haunted by the
murder of her parent’s years ago, Alana Roseburg strives to disappear into the
trees of Miranda’s Forest, a place marred by a dark Legend. When she finds a
lone wolf stalking her property, she can’t help but be drawn to the animal, despite
his dangerous aura. She soon discovers a secret no mortal could accept. The
wolf is Devlin—a man, a shape shifter, and Guardian of a woman known as the
Windrose of the West. This Windrose controls and protects a magical gem that
holds to powers of Mother Nature’s elements.
To her
surprise, Devlin believes she is the Windrose of the West and his rightful
mate. Soon she is taken to his home and drawn into a world she’d never
imagined. But can her growing love for Devlin overcome the effects of the stone
as they become too much for her to bear? Soon she is taken to his home and
drawn into a dangerous world of passion, secrets, and murder. Can she overcome
her fear and accept her destiny before it’s too late?
Excerpt
She clutched the bed sheets to her chest when she opened her eyes,
but she was alone and whole in her room. With the blankets balled in her fist,
she searched the darkness. The room remained black, motionless except for the
gentle sway of the curtains in the open window. She squinted, certain she’d
closed and latched the frame before she went to bed. She was too frightened of
the strangers on her property to leave the windows unlocked.
Shadows enveloped her and transformed the room to an eerie
stillness, intensified by the fear that ebbed from her dream. She reached down
and pulled the mattress up to search for her pistol.
“You won’t find the weapon you seek,” a deep silky voice spoke
from somewhere in the dark. Her heart began to pound with dread. “It will not
protect you from me.” Silence stretched long enough to heighten her panic.
“Those two outside are dangerous. Do not trust them. They seek only the
Zephyrus.”
She searched the dark, desperate to find the face of the man who
spoke. She lay back against her pillows and closed her eyes tight. Through the
blackness, the man who spoke was invisible, so eyes were useless anyway. The
sound of his slight movement showed his location in the corner, next to where
she’d placed the dresser when she moved in. “Who are you?”
“We come from the deep to watch and protect, and sometimes to
kill.” His voice slid like silk through the night. “But not you Alana. You can
see the true color of the stone.”
She stretched her senses to the corner where she thought the voice
originated, but now she wasn’t sure. Did he move? “What stone? Who are you?”
The cool wind caressed her face and a whisper caught on the winds
tide, almost inaudible as it faded with the wind. “Devlin.”
She sat up with a sudden need to know, ready to ask the many
questions that formed since she first encountered the wolf, but found herself
alone.
Her chest heaved. What just happened in her midnight room?
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Biography
A country girl born and bred, Dawn Luedecke has spent most of her
life surrounded by horses, country folk, and the wild terrain of Nevada, Idaho
and Montana. As a child she would spend many afternoons reading books, watching
western classics, and Rogers and Hammerstein movies. When she grew up she
decided to leave the quiet country life for a chance to find adventure by
serving a successful tour in the United States Coast Guard. During that time
she found her soul mate (and alpha male) and started a family and writing
career. She enjoys writing historical and paranormal romance and spends as much
time as she can working on her current manuscript. For more information visit
www.dawnluedecke.com.
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