I wanted to introduce you to one of my fellow Blog hoppers -- Zoe Dawson.
Blurb:
I’ll
get you and your little dogs, too!
Veterinarian Poe Madigan enters The Fur Ball with her Jack Russell terriers (aka The Terrible Two) to compete for a substantial cash prize that will keep her mother from losing her home. But when her fabulous partner sprains his ankle, Poe must trade him and his talented Bichon for a sexy, muscle-bound hunk who can't dance and his basset hound, Lazy Daisy. If that's not enough to make her despair, it seems The Terrible Two have angered someone and they're receiving death threats!
Security specialist Jared Taylor promises one of Poe's friends that he will go undercover as her dog dancing partner to protect her from danger. He didn't expect to have his staid, traditional life turned all topsy-turvy and he would find a soft spot for a neglected hound and fall for a Goth princess. But when he reveals who he really is and why he is in Poe’s life will it destroy the foundation of trust they’ve built? Could he lose the real prize - Poe?
Veterinarian Poe Madigan enters The Fur Ball with her Jack Russell terriers (aka The Terrible Two) to compete for a substantial cash prize that will keep her mother from losing her home. But when her fabulous partner sprains his ankle, Poe must trade him and his talented Bichon for a sexy, muscle-bound hunk who can't dance and his basset hound, Lazy Daisy. If that's not enough to make her despair, it seems The Terrible Two have angered someone and they're receiving death threats!
Security specialist Jared Taylor promises one of Poe's friends that he will go undercover as her dog dancing partner to protect her from danger. He didn't expect to have his staid, traditional life turned all topsy-turvy and he would find a soft spot for a neglected hound and fall for a Goth princess. But when he reveals who he really is and why he is in Poe’s life will it destroy the foundation of trust they’ve built? Could he lose the real prize - Poe?
Excerpt from Hounded
Book #3
Going to the Dogs
By Zoe Dawson
All rights reserved
Chapter One
Pain
exploded through Poe Madigan’s right cheek and eye. She slammed into the
concrete wall, crying out when her shoulder hit with more vibrating agony, everything
fragmenting into multi-colored pieces with layers of disconnection and
disorientation. Shock coursed through her in a surreal I-feel-like-I’m-watching-from-a-distance
way as she crumpled face down.
What the hell…?
A
man. Above her. Masked? Had he punched her in the face? Where had he come from?
Edgar,
the larger of her two Jack Russells, went crazy. He leapt at the man’s face and
latched onto the mask concealing her attacker’s identity, the weight of the
small dog dragging at the man’s torso. Allan’s ferocious barking peppered with
mixed growls indicated he’d joined the fray. The signal to Poe’s brain to get
up and fight short-circuited. Dazed and immobile from the blow, she could only
watch helplessly.
A
muzzy thought drifted along the edges of her awareness. Could this have
something to do with that awful note someone had shoved under her door?
The
man swung his arm and dislodged Edgar. Her dog cried out with a sharp yelp, and she tried again to get up. Edgar
was hurt. She needed to help him. The man put his foot into the middle of her
back and trapped her against the dirty pavement. He yanked at her purse, which
was fortunately partially jammed underneath her. No way! He couldn’t have her too-cool zombie bag. Much too trendy for this lowlife scum. As
he reached for the straps and tried to jerk her off the purse, Allan snapped at
his hand, slashing it with his teeth.
Her
attacker backed off, cursing and swatting at Allan, but the dog was too quick. Allan
went for the man’s pant legs, shredding the fabric with his sharp little teeth while
Edgar launched himself at him again. Someone shouted, but Poe couldn’t make out
the words over the ringing in her ears. The sounds of her dogs attacking
receded. Then someone touched her, making her flinch—no, wait, this was a
helping touch, trying to find out if she was okay. She finally let go and drifted
toward sooty blackness.
She
jerked awake. One of the EMTs was talking to her in low, soothing tones as they
loaded her into an ambulance, the glare of the blue revolving light making her
head hurt. She thought she’d answered his questions, and he seemed satisfied. Suddenly her throat closed up and lucidity
rushed at her, tightening her chest. Where were her boys?
“Wait,”
she cried out, trying to rise, but the doors closed with finality.
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Zoe
Dawson is the alter ego of Karen Anders, award winning, multi-published author.
Her writing journey started with poetry and branched out into fiction. With a
couple of college English courses under her belt, she penned a historical, then
moved onto contemporary romance fiction. Today, she is happy producing romantic
suspense, romantic mystery, new adult, urban fantasy and paranormal novels. The
words feed her soul and the happily ever afters feed her heart.
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