Winter
Barstow knows nothing of her past or ethnic heritage. Everything changes when
Doc, her mentor, sends her an authentic ceremonial wolf mask from Olympic National
Forest.
Then Doc disappears. Winter goes to the mysterious forest where she’s confronted by Native American ranger Jay Raven, who has no love for Doc.
Still, Jay can’t walk away from Winter. Not only has a spirit wolf reached out to her, but he also suspects she’s in terrible danger…and his growing feelings for her are too strong to ignore.
Then Doc disappears. Winter goes to the mysterious forest where she’s confronted by Native American ranger Jay Raven, who has no love for Doc.
Still, Jay can’t walk away from Winter. Not only has a spirit wolf reached out to her, but he also suspects she’s in terrible danger…and his growing feelings for her are too strong to ignore.
Excerpt
Silver eyes stared at her. The slightly open mouth could
either represent a grin or a snarl. If it was as old as Doc had said it was,
the mask had been created as part of ancient Native ceremonies.
Going by what she’d learned about the Northwestern tribes,
someone, probably a proven hunter, had placed it over his head and mimicked a
wolf’s movements. Little children might have cowered before the fierce figure,
but hopefully their parents would have assured them that the wolf dancer
represented courage and survival. The hunter would stalk, threaten and mock
attack.
How did wolves factor into Hoh spiritual beliefs?
It shouldn’t be here. If university staff learned what Doc
had done, he’d be fired—unless someone like Dr. Wilheim decided the rare
treasure would bring enough attention to the university to warrant defending a
colleague under the cloak of research and discovery.
Dr. Wilheim defend Doc to the point of challenging the law?
Wasn’t going to happen.
She came closer then picked up the mask. Although heavy for
its size, the incredibly well-preserved artifact seemed to have been designed
to fit over her head. Holding the mask at arms’ length, she walked into the
bathroom, put it on the counter and stood in front of the mirror. Large black
eyes, a somewhat broad nose, high cheekbones and thick, shoulder-length
midnight hair reflected back at her. She’d studied herself countless times over
the years, but the feeling that she was looking at a stranger remained.
Who was she?
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Vella Munn freely admits to being a dedicated and sometimes demented
fiction writer. She has always been drawn to nature and those who feel at home
in it. A career writer, she has had way over 60 books published, most of them
romances both past and present. As far as personal statistics go, she has one
husband, two sons, four grandchildren, and is owned by two rescue dogs. Home is
southern Oregon within a two hour drive of Crater Lake. She frequently visits
Montana in her mind and heart.
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