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So on Sunday morning at 5:18 am I woke to hear my dog Ritter, a darling Golden Retriever/Yellow Lab, tossing his cookies on the carpet at the end of the bed. You pet owners know how recognizable that sound is and how quickly it brings you out of a dead sleep (and you non-pet owners are thinking, “Why do you own a dog?”) (Actually, I have two.) I flew out of bed, put Ritter outside in the vain and fruitless hope that he would finish in the woods, and trotted into the kitchen to get supplies. You know, paper towels, damp cloth, rug cleaner … Let me digress by saying I’d broken a glass in the pantry three days before. Swept multiple times. Swept a huge swathe of floor, because my mom taught me glass flies everywhere and I listen to my mom. I didn’t sweep the dining room, because it’s not only a good distance, but the pantry door swings that way and blocks the flow. So of course it would be impossible for glass to get all the way in there. Right?
Yeah, right. I found the really big, sharp, jagged shard of glass with my bare foot.
So. I have dog effluvia soaking into the carpet in the bedroom. I’m bleeding on the kitchen floor. And my other dog, Lizzie, sees some thing outside and starts barking wildly and, I’m sure, waking the neighbors.
At this point, it seems to me that if I have to be awake at 5:18 am on Sunday morning, it’s only fair they should be awake, too. But like a good neighbor, I staunch the bleeding, wipe the kitchen floor, head into the bedroom, clean the carpet, get the dogs inside, tell Lizzie to be quiet, explain that No, we are not going for our walk now, and go back to bed.
Only to get the 7:09 barf wake-up call.
Ann Smith from SCENT OF DARKNESS is having one of those days. She works up her nerve, drives all the way to her handsome, dynamic boss’s house on the wild Washington coast to tell Jasha Wilder that she loves him. He’s not home so she uses her key, goes in, and gets ready for a night of whoopee. When she hears a noise downstairs and investigates, she discovers a wolf in the living room. But not just any wolf. No, indeed. This wolf turns into her boss, her love … her nightmare. The wolf is Jasha. While lightning flashes overhead, she flees. He chases her into the woods and in a magnificent initiation, claims her as his own.
And that’s just the beginning of an adventure that includes a run-in with assassins, the realization that it’s her fate to help break an ancient pact with the devil, and that pesky habit of loving Jasha which she just can’t break. Luckily for Ann, Jasha makes sure she gets a lot of really good sex.
In case you haven’t met Jasha, Ann and the Darkness Chosen family, you can read excerpts and view the video here: http://christinadodd.com/home_paranormal_dc.html Get your copy here! http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Scent-of-Darkness/Christina-Dodd/e/9780451221735/?itm=1&USRI=SCENT+OF+DARKNESS