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RIDER ON FIRE
Like a bat out of hell, undercover DEA agent Sonora Jordan jumps on her motorcycle and takes off to parts unknown, escaping the deadly drug dealers who had put a price on her head. All the while, she is haunted by dreams of a man whose place in her life she is yet to discover.
When she literally comes face-to-face with the man of her dreams, it's as if time stands still. Her long-dormant heart is finally awakened. But will she ever be truly free from the dangerous life she left behind?
WHEN YOU CALL MY NAME
She gave him the most precious gift of all—the gift of life. But something more than a blood transfusion links Wyatt Hatfield to the stranger who saved him. Something that allows her to call out to him for help in the middle of the night—without ever speaking a word.
Now it's his turn to give. For the connection that links Wyatt to Glory Dixon is the only hope he has of saving her from danger….
- Sales Rank: #719311 in eBooks
- Published on: 2015-01-19
- Released on: 2015-01-19
- Format: Kindle eBook
About the Author
Sharon Sala is a native of Oklahoma and a member of Romance Writers of America. She is a NYT, USA Today, Publisher's Weekly, WaldenBooks mass market, Bestselling author of 85 plus books written as Sharon Sala and Dinah McCall. She's a 7 time RITA finalist, Janet Dailey Award winner, 5 time National Reader's Choice Award winner, 4 time Career Achievement Award from RT Magazine, 4 time winner of Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence.
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The small squirrel was just ready to scold—its little mouth partially opened as it clutched the acorn close to its chest. In the right light, one could almost believe the tail had just twitched.
Franklin Blue Cat called it The Sassy One. It was one of his latest carvings and in three months would be featured, along with thirty other pieces of his work, in a prestigious art gallery in Santa Fe. He hoped he lived long enough to see it.
Franklin often thought how strange the turns his life had taken. Had anyone told him that one day he would become known the world over for his simple carvings, he would have called them crazy. He would also have called them crazy for telling him that, at the age of sixty, he would be alone and dying of cancer. He'd always imagined himself going into old age surrounded by children and grandchildren with a loving wife at his side.
He set aside the squirrel. As he did, the pain he'd been living with for some months took a sharp upward spike, making Franklin reel where he stood. He waited until the worst of it passed, then stumbled to his bedroom and collapsed on his bed.
He considered giving Adam Two Eagles a call. Adam's father had been the clan healer. Everyone had assumed that Adam would follow in his father's footsteps. Only Adam had rebelled. Instead, he had taken the white man's way and left the Kiamichi Mountains to go to college, graduated from Oklahoma State University with an MBA, and from there, gone straight into the army to eventually become one of their elite—an Army Ranger.
Then, during the ensuing years, something had happened to Adam that caused him to quit the military, and brought him home. He'd come back to eastern Oklahoma, to his Kiowa roots, and stepped into his father's footsteps as if he'd never been away.
Adam never talked about what had changed him, but Franklin knew it had been bad. He saw the shadows in Adam's eyes when he thought no one was looking. However, Franklin knew something that Adam did not. Franklin knew it would pass. He'd lived long enough to know life was in a constant state of flux.
As Franklin drifted to sleep, he dreamed, all the way back to his younger days and the woman who'd stolen his heart.
Leila of the laughing eyes and long dark hair. He couldn't remember when he hadn't loved her. They'd made love every chance they could get—with passion, but without caution.
Sleep took him to the day he had learned that Leila's family was moving. She'd been twenty-two to his thirty—old enough to stay behind. He'd begged her to stay but there had been a look on her face he'd never seen before, and instead of accepting his offer of marriage, she'd been unable to meet his gaze.
His heartbeat accelerated as he relived the panic. In his mind, he could see her face through the back window of the car as her father drove away.
She was crying—his Leila of the laughing eyes was sobbing as she waved goodbye. He could see her mouth moving.
Franklin shifted on the bed. This was new. He didn't remember her calling out. In real life, she'd done nothing but cry as they drove away. It was the way he'd remembered it for all these years. So why had the dream been different? What was it she was trying to say?
He swung his legs to the side of the bed and then stood, giving himself time to decide if he had the strength to move. Finally, he walked out of his bedroom, then through the kitchen to the back porch. The night air was sultry and still.
He stood for a few moments, absorbing the impact of the dream, waiting for understanding. At first, he felt nothing. His mind was blank, but he knew what to do. It was the same thing he always did as he began a new piece of work. All he had to do was look at the block of wood until he saw whatever it was that was waiting to come out. Only then did he begin carving.
Following his instincts, he closed his eyes, took a slow breath, then waited for the words Leila had been trying to say.
It was quiet on the mountain. Almost too quiet. Even the night birds were silent and the coyotes seemed to have gone to ground. There was nothing to distract Franklin from watching his dream, letting it replay in his head. He stood motionless for so long that dew settled on his bare feet, while an owl, feeling no threat, passed silently behind him on its way out to hunt.
And then understanding came, and with it, shock. Franklin turned abruptly and looked back at his house, almost expecting Leila to be on the porch, but there was no one there.
He turned again, this time looking to the trees beyond his home. He'd been born on this land. His parents had died in this house, and soon, so would he. But there was something he knew now that he had not known yesterday.
Leila had taken something of his when she'd left him. His child.
Right in the middle of his revelation, exhaustion hit. Damn this cancer.
His legs began to shake and his hands began to tremble. He walked back to the house, stumbling slightly as he stepped up on the porch, then dragged himself into the house.
What if he could find his Leila—even if she was no longer his? He wanted to see their child—no—he needed to know that a part of him would live on, even after he was gone. Tomorrow, he would call Adam Two Eagles. Adam would know what to do.
Adam Two Eagles rarely had to stretch to reach anything. At three inches over six feet tall, he usually towered over others. His features were Native American, but less defined than his father's had been. His mother had been Navajo and the mix of Kiowa and Navajo had blended well, making Adam a very handsome man. His dark hair was thick and long, falling far below his shoulders—a far cry from the buzz cut he'd worn in the military. But that seemed so long ago that it might as well have been from another life.
This morning, he was readying himself for a trip up the Kiamichis. There were some plants he wanted for healing that grew only in the higher elevation. It would mean at least a half-day's hike up and back—nothing he hadn't done countless times before—only today, he felt unsettled. He kept going from room to room, thinking there was something else he was supposed to do, but nothing occurred to him. Finally, he'd given up and prepared to leave.
If he hadn't forgotten the bag he liked to carry his herbs and plants in, he would have already been gone when the phone rang. But he was digging through a closet, and ignoring the ring would have been like a doctor ignoring a call for help.
"Hello."
"Adam! I was beginning to think you were gone." Adam smiled as he recognized the voice.
"Good morning, Franklin. You just caught me. How have you been?"
"The same," Franklin said shortly, unwilling to dwell on his illness. "But that's not why I called."
Adam frowned. The seriousness in his old friend's voice was unfamiliar.
"So, what's up?" Adam asked.
"It's complicated," Franklin said. "Can you come over?"
"Yes, of course. When do you need me?" Adam asked. There was a moment of hesitation, then Franklin sighed.
"Now, I need you to come now."
"I'm on my way," Adam said, and hung up.
In less than fifteen minutes, Adam was pulling up to Franklin's house. He parked, then killed the engine. When he looked up, Franklin had come outside and was waiting for him on the porch. He smiled and then waved Adam up before moving back into the house. Adam bolted up the steps and followed him.
A few minutes were wasted on small talk and the pouring of coffee before Adam urged Franklin to sit down. Franklin did so without arguing. Adam took a seat opposite Franklin's chair and leaned back, waiting for the older man to begin.
"I had a dream," Franklin said.
Adam set his coffee aside and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the arms of his chair.
"Tell me."
Franklin relayed what he'd dreamed, and what he believed that it meant. When he was finished, he leaned back and crossed his arms across his chest.
"So, can you help me?" he asked.
"What do you want me to do?" Adam countered. Franklin sighed. "I guess, I want to know if I'm right, if Leila and I had a child. I want to know this before I die."
Adam stood, then paced to the window, absently staring at the way sunlight reflected from his windshield onto a wind chime hanging from the porch. He knew what Franklin was asking. He just wasn't convinced Franklin would get the answer he desired.
"So, will you make medicine for me?" Franklin asked. Adam turned abruptly and asked, "Will you accept what comes, even if it's not what you wanted?"
"Yes."
Adam nodded shortly. "Then, yes, I'll help you."
Franklin sighed, then swiped a shaky hand across his face. "What do you need from me?" he asked. "Something that is remarkably yours alone."
Franklin hesitated a moment, then left the room. He returned shortly carrying a carving of an owl in flight.
"This was my first owl. Would this do?"
"Are you willing to sacrifice it?"
Franklin rubbed a hand over the owl one last time, as if imprinting the perfection of the shape and the feathers in his mind, then handed it over.
Adam took it. The wood felt warm where Franklin had been holding it, adding yet another layer of reality to the piece. Then he took out his knife.
"Are you still on blood thinner?" Adam asked. Franklin nodded.
"Then hair will have to do."
Franklin sat down. Adam deftly separated a couple of strands of Franklin's hair from his head and cut them off, wrapped them in his handkerchief and put them in his pocket.
"Is that all you need?" Franklin asked.
Adam nodded. "I will make medicine for you." Franklin's shoulders slumped with relief. "When will we know if it worked?"
"When someone comes."
"When? Not if, but when? How can you be so sure?"
"I know what I know," Adam said, and it was all he would say.
For Franklin, it wasn't enoug...
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Synopsis of Two Stories
By Monique Atgood
Rider on Fire
4.25 STARS
SYNOPSIS:
DEA agent Sonora has always been alone. She is devoted to her career and it takes precedence over romantic relationships. Sonora becomes number one on the hit list with a bad guy in Mexico and has to make herself scarce. Since she was raised alone in an orphanage, and has no known family, she takes off to ‘lose’ herself on the road.
Meanwhile - Franklin, a Native American man dying of leukemia has a vision. His youthful sweetheart walked out of his life with more than just his broken heart. In his vision, he realizes, she was pregnant. The man goes to his Native friend Adam as asks that he do his mojo and find his child. Adam agrees, and Sonora finds herself strangely drawn down the road by night, and dreaming of the unknown Adam by day.
At a gas station, to her shock, she comes face to face with Adam. He brings her to Franklin, and the sweetest reunion begins to take place. There is a HEA (happily ever after), and a good resolution to the killers from Mexico storyline.
This book has the best storyline of a man meeting an heretofore unknown child. It doesn’t happen in an instant, but quietly, over a period of time, trust and understanding develop into compassion and love.
My only beef with this book is there was never any question as to why Sonora was left at the orphanage. I think the reader is supposed to think it was due to racism on the part of her bio mom, but that’s just a guess. It’s a good book, and classic Sala.
Call My Name
3.5 STARS
SYNOPSIS:
Pre-cog gal from the backwoods of Kentucky ‘sees’ an accident one night. In the middle of a blizzard, she frantically arrives at the hospital just in time to provide a life saving transfusion of her rare blood type to the critically wounded man from her vision.
Flash forward: the man, Wyatt recovers and wants answers. He seeks out the mysterious woman of the blizzard, and arrives just in time to find her grieving for her family. A killer targeted Glory, but missed. Wyatt arrives and takes over the investigation and insures that Glory stays out the cross-hairs of a killer. Cue HEA. (Happily ever after).
CONS:
Ok. Glory is a very wimpy whinny passive character who expects others to take care of her. Despite the fact that she’s in her mid-twenties, she has no job. No higher education. No prospects of doing anything in particular. And apparently has no intention of changing the status quo. So..... how does she pay for stuff?
Also, IMO the entire town dislikes or distrusts Glory due to her pre-cog abilities. (Ok, the church ladies were nice and did some kind things...), she has no chance of a bettering herself, and has nothing and no-one to tie her to the backwater little dirt farm her family owned. She could go anywhere and relocate, but chooses to remain passive and mired in mediocrity in this wretched little community. IMO, she should have moved to the town where her husband Wyatt has 5 million relatives so there’s that ‘multi-generational influence’ available for their children. (Translation: Free Babysitting).
PROS:
It’s a Sala, and she always delivers absorbing stories. I’m slowly working my way through all her books and enjoying them all. This is not one of my favs, but it still beats the average paperback.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful.
Sharon Salla Two Fer Book
By Amazon Customer
Well written books by the reliable Sharon Sala. Rider On Fire is very interestiong as the reader gets to know some mysticism about native americans. The hero and heroine seem made for each other, and the plot is interesting. I loved it that the heroine finds out that she does have a family. When You Call My name is a good read introducing the reader to understanding psychic powers of the heroine. The hero and the heroine are made for each other. I particularly liked it when the heroine has a premonition of disaster, and it results in helping people avoid it. A very good, read and nice value for money.
0 of 0 people found the following review helpful.
Five Stars
By Patty
Great Story, Romantic and the characters are great.
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