Call of the Wolf
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by Madelaine Montague
Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica
Description: Abigail Winthrope was having a hard enough time adjusting to her new identity without the complication of discovering she'd landed next door to a pack of men that looked like they'd gather for a male model convention. She couldn't afford to become involved with any of the locals--be they ever so attractive--and, considering her last disastrous relationship, she really wasn't interested, especially when she discovered the men gathered at the bed and breakfast next door for the Harvest Moon Festival all belonged to a motorcycle gang.
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: April 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [389 KB]
Reading time: 255-357 min.
Abigail Winthrope jerked her gaze from the countryside and stared blankly at the man who'd spoken to her.
His lips tightened. She could see impatience in his hard gray eyes. Dragging in a deep breath, he released it slowly, as if mentally counting to ten. "You're going to have to get used to responding to that name or you'll be in serious trouble, Ms. Winthrope."
Abby felt her face heat and then, as rapidly as her face had flushed with embarrassment, the blood drained away and she went cold all over. "I'm sorry. I had something on my mind," she muttered.
She could tell from the look he gave her that he didn't believe it for a minute. Anger replaced the fear after a moment. She'd just had her entire life turned upside down--ceased to exist--as the person she'd been since birth become someone else. She was trying to adjust. She knew just as well as he did that her life depended on it. She was no idiot! "What were you saying?"
"Maybe we should go over your background one more time?"
Abby chewed her bottom lip to keep from screaming at him. They'd done nothing since the trial but go over it--weeks of going over and over it until she felt as if they were trying to brainwash her, shatter her hold on her identity, rather than coach her into remembering the new one. "Sure."
He began firing questions at her like a machine gun. Where were you born? What's your mother's name? Where did you go to school? When were you born? Mother's maiden name? Ex-husband's name?
Abby managed to answer each question with barely a blink, and the agent relaxed fractionally. "We're coming up on Ajax."
Abby nodded nonchalantly, but her heart leapt at the announcement and began to beat a little faster tattoo against her chest wall.
It was her new home, her new life and, like her name, she'd had nothing to do with the choices made for her. It wasn't excitement making her heart hammer painfully in her chest. It was dread ... every bit as much fear as she'd faced in the courtroom when she'd testified.
Where was the justice, she thought bitterly, for a witness condemned to life on the run, or death? when the criminal they'd helped put behind bars carried on inside jail as if nothing had happened and would probably go home again before she reached middle age? Granted, it hadn't been that grand a life, but it was hers. She'd put it together. She'd guided her own feet down the path she wanted to take. She'd made her own choices.
She hadn't even chosen to be a federal witness. They'd bullied and threatened her in to it, making promises they knew damned well they couldn't keep, and now she was going to be a school teacher in Bum-Fuck Nowhere, U.S.A., surrounded by strangers. And she couldn't even contact the pathetic number of friends and family she'd had before her life had gone down the toilet.
She'd never felt so completely alone in her life.