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Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: Almost a century ago, Landon Jeffers was on the run from a posse determined to see him dance at the end of a noose when he made a discovery that would change his life forever. Landon's dreams of the desert's riches morphed into images of moonlit nights, howling wolves and a man whose piercing black eyes turn to fire. A wild man who will tame his heart. A man named Dark. Over the years legends have taken shape about wild men inhabiting the Grand Canyon--men who turn into wolves. Now Landon and Dark will need every bit of courage they possess to preserve the existence of the Moon Wolf. It's up to them to stop a killer. One who's been holding a grudge for a very, very long time?
eBook Publisher: Changeling Press LLC, 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: August 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [275 KB]
Words: 60979
Reading time: 174-243 min.

"Beautifully written and very enjoyable, Kate Steel fans will love the Red Cloud Wolves collection of stories."--Ley, Joyfully Reviewed Praise for Silver Dreams "Silver Dreams is an illustration of Kate Steele's extraordinary capacity to merge a great plot with hilarity, emotions and love scenes so sizzling I was transported to red cloud nine."--Rosemary, Joyfully Reviewed "Silver Dreams is a quick and delightful short read from Kate Steele. Filled with delicious characters and an intriguing plot..." 4 Angels!--Hayley, Fallen Angels Reviews "Well as usual, Kate Steele did it again. I have read every story she has written, and loved each one more than the last. Her werewolves have drawn me it seems, even more than her other wonderful stories. I love her m/m stories, these men she brings to life, and love so well that I can't put it down."--Nicole Harvey, ParaNormalRomance.org "Kate's new werewolf series is intriguing and exciting.... If you enjoy man love and paranormal settings, Silver Dreams is perfect for you."--Elise Lyn, Ecataromance Sensual Reviews Praise for Night Gems "Another exciting installment in the Red Wolves series, Night Gems is a gem indeed... I can't wait to find out what happens in this delicious series next!" 4 Angels!--Hayley, Fallen Angels Reviews Four Stars! "Red Cloud Wolves will keep you hot and excited as we experience another story in the life of these two sexy and exciting males. Another excellent series penned by Kate Steele."--Elise Lyn, Ecataromance Sensual "Get yourself Night Gems for a day you are looking for a book that has plenty of sensuality and action with a touch of paranormal."--Bella, TwoLips Reviews "The story is full of anticipation and I lost many fingernails due to anxiousness causing me to bite them. This story will keep you on edge until the very end and brings hope that happy and loving relationships will last for many, many years."--Jacquelyn R. Ward, The Romance Studio Praise for Facets of Night "I love this series and with each book I grow to love Lan and Dark more and more. Both men are perfect when together... As always Kate Steele's writing style was flowing, fluid, and not a word was wasted... Facets of Night has left me with a fierce craving for more of Lan and Dark!"--Hayley, Fallen Angels Reviews "Another excellent tale of male/male love, Facets of Night is sure to become a reader favorite. Kate Steele has penned another impressive tale for our reading pleasure." 4.5 Stars!--Elise Lyn, eCataRomance "This book was excellent. Kate Steele is to be applauded on her style, talent, and story telling abilities. The love scenes between Lan and Dark were nothing short of beautiful, and the bond the two men shared went so much deeper than love."--Jade Nymph, Literary Nymphs

With sweat evaporating from his skin almost faster than it could form, Landon Jeffers cursed the posse that had dogged his heels for the last couple of weeks. At the same time, he blessed God or the good fortune that had made his path cross with the Mexican. Though taciturn and suspicious, the man had shared with him what kind of terrain lay ahead. He also sold Lan the now bloated water skins that were the only thing between he, his horse and the dehydration that could be so deadly to both of them in these climes.

This stretch of Arizona territory was nothing but sand, cactus and scrub accented by dry washes, rugged hills and mountains that grew steadily larger the longer he rode. Just about every living thing he'd seen so far in this arid desert-like land would bite, sting, or stick the unwary traveler. He still found it hard to believe that people would actually live in what appeared to be such a God forsaken place. Still, in a way, it was understandable.

When the government enacted the Desert Land Act, any damned fool who could afford to pay a dollar and two bits an acre got six hundred and forty acres of land. It was a chance to become king of your own little piece of heaven, was how most folks saw it. What they didn't realize was this place had a greater resemblance to hell than to that celestial place that remained unseen above. Some made it work and some didn't. Of those that didn't, there were always the mines to be worked. Seemed they were always finding new ones that dotted this parched and barren landscape.

There was no water but there was plenty of rock, rock that yielded a little gold but mostly silver. It was the promise of such riches that kept these small towns thriving. If it wasn't for the money, anyone with a lick of sense would hightail it out of there as quickly as possible.

Fierce blue eyes blinked under the shade provided by the rim of his Stetson. He studied the route he was on and headed for the higher ground in the distance. More than a cooling shower of rain, he wanted one thing, to look at his back trail and see nothing. No group of horses and men so close he could make out individual features. No distant, ant-like figures that would morph into a collection of hunters determined to see him hang. Not even a wisp of telltale dust that would rise beneath as yet unseen horse hooves.

He was sick and tired of running. He was a gunfighter and a gambler, not a murderer. That arrogant card shark in the saloon in California had gotten just what he'd deserved. But Lan had been proven correct in his assumptions about the marshal. He had set men on Lan's trail and, no matter the right or wrong of the situation, he was going to make Lan pay the price for killing his brother. Marshal Coburn had a real hard-on for the idea of seeing Landon dance at the end of a rope.

Guiding his horse into the foothills, Lan stopped and took a good hard look behind. Nothing. There was nothing but a heat shimmer wavering over the dull dun-colored landscape. A small smile of satisfaction curved his lips. It seemed that crossing the Colorado River at Olive City had been a good idea after all. Maybe his pursuers had decided that enough was enough. There was a lot of trail between here and California. The bully boy marshal's money or threats had to have stretched thin by now.

Breathing a provisional sigh of relief, Landon felt the tension ease from his shoulders. Time would tell if they'd truly given up but for now he was willing to err on the side of appearances. Perhaps this would be the time to put into action one of those plans that had formed during the long, endless ride. He'd heard tell that his friend Wyatt and his brothers had settled in a place called Tombstone right here in the Arizona Territory. From the sound of it, Wyatt had turned legit and was a deputy US Marshal.

It wasn't the first such story he'd heard. Gunslingers turned lawmen and peacemakers. Lan knew he had the physical skill and the mental acuity to handle such a job. He'd even given the notion of joining the Texas Rangers some play. Still, he decided maybe dropping in on Wyatt would be a good idea. Getting some first hand advice straight from the horse's mouth couldn't hurt and it would be good to see his friend again.

With that idea firmly in mind, Lan continued on until near sunset. He found a likely campsite. Surrounded by rock with a flinty overhang it was a neat, half circle clearing sunk back into a good sized hill. That hill was a precursor to the Trego mountain range and was backed by even more hills that grew larger and higher as they went. It provided cover from ambush as well as unexpected shade not only by the ledge, but in the form of a small stand of stunted pine. After caring for his horse, an ugly, tough-as-nails roan with the smoothest gait he'd ever come across, Lan gathered pinecones and a few dead branches, hoping to keep a fire going long enough to brew some coffee.

Most camps along the way had been dark and cold. He hadn't dared light a fire lest it serve as a beacon to guide the posse straight to him. Tonight he was taking a chance. The fire would be sheltered from view and with the coming darkness its tale-tell smoke would be invisible. In the last fading light before sunset, he again checked his back trail. It was blessedly bare of movement.

Landon washed hardtack and jerky down with a robust if slightly bitter cup of coffee he'd managed to brew. Even mellowed by a bit of sugar it was enough to put starch in a man's spine but he didn't mind. He risked the dregs near the bottom of the cup to get as much of the bracing brew as possible. Afterward, with the fire banked and his bedroll spread, he stretched out. The long day in conjunction with the relief of no longer being followed allowed him to fall asleep with no more than a few drowsy blinks at the night sky.

Sometime in the night, the roan stamped and blew a loud breath of air out of his nostrils. Lan was instantly awake, his hand already resting on his gun. Lying still, he listened. Hearing nothing untoward, he silently rose, put his back to the rock and stared out over what bit of the surrounding land was visible. There was no movement, no unidentified sound. Easing forward, Lan changed position enough to enlarge his field of vision. From the corner of his eye, a small movement caught his attention.

The waxing moon had risen, painting the landscape with a gentle silvery glow. Not far away, crossing the low summit of a hill, Lan could clearly see the silhouette of a wolf. As though aware of his regard the wolf stopped, turning its head in Lan's direction. Man and wolf stared at each other. Never one to be taken by flights of fancy, Lan was shocked to feel a flutter of unease skitter down his spine. Even with the distance between them he felt the intelligence of the creature watching him. Something tangled within him. He felt a tug, a compelling pull of sensation as though someone had thrown a rope around him and was urging him forward.

Lan took a hesitant step. Shocked, he fought off the compulsion until it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Eyes focused once again on the wolf, he could have sworn he saw a flash of reddish orange fire in the vicinity of the wolf's eyes before it turned and disappeared into the night.

At the wolf's departure, Lan felt as though he'd been examined and dismissed. He retreated once again to his bedroll. Lying there he contemplated the encounter. What would a lone wolf be doing out here so far from any decent game or cover? Seems like he'd heard tell they usually stuck to wooded areas where there were deer and such. But those things aside, where had that need come from to get closer? What in the world had he been thinking?

Puzzling it over, Lan couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation. Finally, telling himself he'd been on his own too long and that his imagination was playing tricks on him, he settled back down and was almost instantly asleep.