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Mate’s Redeeming Touch
By
Merryn Dexter
Releasing
March 25th 2016
Blurb
Ven Thorne is a lone wolf with a
bad attitude caused by his difficult childhood. Forced to return to pack life,
he is tasked with rebuilding the gas station on the outskirts of Los Lobos. Ven
works for Ryker, the pack enforcer, and will act as sentinel and lookout when
the station reopens.
Caitlyn Burrows has recently returned to Los Lobos with her family. A victim of Magnum Tao, the pack’s evil ex-Alpha, she is terrified of men and her natural omega nature is making it hard for her to make friends. Her family is determined to see Caitlyn happy.
A chance encounter between Ven and Caitlyn reveals they are mates, something that neither of them is happy about! He’s mean and angry; she’s timid and shy. Can two such opposites find common ground?
Caitlyn decides it is past time to take control of her life and is determined to prove to Ven that she is the mate that he needs. Can she make him see that the Fates are right and that their only chance of happiness is together or will the ghosts from the past keep them apart forever?
Caitlyn Burrows has recently returned to Los Lobos with her family. A victim of Magnum Tao, the pack’s evil ex-Alpha, she is terrified of men and her natural omega nature is making it hard for her to make friends. Her family is determined to see Caitlyn happy.
A chance encounter between Ven and Caitlyn reveals they are mates, something that neither of them is happy about! He’s mean and angry; she’s timid and shy. Can two such opposites find common ground?
Caitlyn decides it is past time to take control of her life and is determined to prove to Ven that she is the mate that he needs. Can she make him see that the Fates are right and that their only chance of happiness is together or will the ghosts from the past keep them apart forever?
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About the Author
Merryn Dexter is a military spouse who, after a varied employment
career (from selling sandals to old ladies with bunions to being a health and
safety coordinator for a construction company), is thrilled to be pursuing her
dream career as a romance writer. She likes The Winchesters, Spike, Hotch, Loki
and watching complicated European Noir. Her hobbies include crying at books,
crying at movies, crying at tv serials (there’s a theme!) and believes all
stories should have a Happy Ending.
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Excerpt
“I said, what do you want?” Ven sounded furious as he took a
step towards her and Caitlyn shrank back, dropping the cooler as she raised her
hands as though trying to ward him off. The box tipped over, spilling its
contents across the scruffy lot and the man swore again. He stepped around the
mess of food and drinks, advancing rapidly and she caught his scent, amber and
dark wood beneath a layer of fresh sweat. Her wolf, normally so quiet, surged
forward and she realized in terror that she was practically toe-to-toe with her
mate. And he was mean and angry.
Knowing what it was to suffer at the hands of a cruel man,
she turned tail and ran as fast as she could. She plunged towards the
relatively safety of the trees, kicking off her shoes and dragging her clothes
free as she fled.
Her wolf was whining at her to stop, but she pushed on into
the heavy brush. Pausing to shed her jeans, she crouched, letting the shift
take her over but making sure she retained enough control to force the wolf to
keep running. The wolf howled, desperate to turn back, to catch again the
glorious scent of her mate and offer her throat in submission to his dominant
presence.
A heavy crash behind had her doubling her efforts and her
paws scrabbled over the soft ground, seeking purchase as she ran as though the
hounds of hell were on her heels. She risked a glance over her shoulder and an
involuntary yip of fright loosed from her throat. An enormous gray wolf was
gaining on her with every stride, the snarl on his face more terrifying than
the scowl he’d worn in his human form.
She put on another burst of speed, her
wolf suddenly in accordance that escape rather than submission was the best
idea. Dodging around a massive pine tree, trunk broader than her back, she
pulled up short at the remains of another fallen trunk that suddenly blocked
her path. A snarl set her in motion again and her claws scratched at the bark
as she desperately tried to clamber over the downed tree. The wood was soft,
rotten in places and her front legs slid from under her as a huge set of jaws
clamped around the thick fur at the back of her neck.
