Wednesday, June 22, 2016

A Mate's Redeeming Touch by Merryn Dexter

A Mate's Redeeming Touch by Merryn Dexter



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? 



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Go home, Little Red.           5 GOLDEN WOLVES


I’m way too much Big Bad Wolf for you to handle.  She had poked the Big Bad Wolf and she hoped she wouldn’t regret it.  WHAT A HOWLING GR-R-R-REAT STORY!!!  Now this is EXACTLY the story that Caitlyn needed, that I wanted and Merryn delivered!  Oh baby did she ever!!  I was horrified at what Caitlyn has been living with for the past 10 years!  I don't know how she did it!  Thankfully, Mates are the cure!  wink  You will have to read the book to make sense of that comment, because, yes, I DID say Mates, with an 's'.  snicker  I love how things played out, not just for Caitlyn & Ven, but with veryone else in the Pack & town, as well.  I actually am surprised to say this, but I am glad it wasn't any longer!  I'm not sure I could have handled more story!  Between my nerves, tears and anticipation, then the wealth of emotion that came with the last part of the book, I was emotionally exhausted!  Yes, I was THAT enthralled by in, that consumed by it, mind, body, spirit and soul.  I actually found it hard to pull back from the story, thrilled to be part of the Pack, if just for a short while.  “He was in Heaven.  He was in Hell.”  That sums up my feelings too!  in Heaven for a new Merryn Dexter book to read.  In Hell because I read it the same day I got it, and I now have to wait for the next one!!  Good thing I can read these over & over again while I wait.  J  I fell in love with Merryn & her writing skills with A Mate's Healing Touch, but it has now turned into something more indescribable, more permanent.  The way she tells a story, the realness of it, that tangible quality that connects me to the story, to the characters, reaches out and pulls me into the story where I experience it, live it, with and as the characters.  I will admit that I bawled through most of the story, but that is even more proof - as if you really needed more - of just how FURNOMENALLY talented Merryn truly is!  I truly love everything about her & her books, and I look forward to being beyond entertained for many, many, books to come, over & over again!!  (Want to know just how eager I was to read this book?  I dropped it onto my tablet as soon as I saw it hit my email, and promptly snuggled up on the couch and read it in its entirety in one sitting, mere hours after getting it!!  The wait was worth it!!  But I still don't like to wait!  :-) )





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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“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.

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