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In the seeds of despair, in the hopelessness of fear, pain and death, there often arises opportunity for love. And the choices are not always our own. Thrust together by circumstance, two unlikely people find themselves drawn together, literally under fire. The people are not the players we expect. But this is a love story… Asteroids come and go. Love endures all things…So they tell us… (Easy Reading Font)

Johanna Wistfeld felt out of place most of her life. Moved to the new country, then farther west, she lost so much of her family that she was all but alone. However, the Shoshone owned the very land her brother claimed. Joey lost him, soon enough, and was now at loose ends, right in the middle between four vicious tribes, all enemies of one another, and deadly enemies to the palefaces. But she had a secret. Once it was out, spread among the so-called savages, she knew her calling. She could not save everybody, but she could surely try. Tilting at windmills is a common theme, though the book...

John Colt has done it all. He's been a sheriff a Texas Ranger and even a US Marshal. And all he learned in all of those successful careers is that he worked himself to death, faced down and killed many outlaws who needed killing, and for what? A mere pittance. It is not enough. He pulls out, after a bad injury where he nearly lost his life. Cared for by a lovely nurse, he finds he has a part of himself that somehow will struggle to change him. A strong, determined, stubborn man, he cannot be controlled by a woman with a strong streak of right from wrong, and he must move on. Those two were ...

Our Angela has had it rough, but oftentimes, the crucible of life builds character. If such is the case, she has it! If you have read the first two books, you will be pulling for her now, more than ever. Men and women both will enjoy the determination, the thrill of danger, hard hitting action, and wonderful romance, played out in the jungles of Central America. Once again, struggling against the odds, the ever-present bandits, Indio, and K'iche make her task of finding the next temple, retrieving the treasure for all to enjoy, rich and poor alike, very difficult. But she is no longer the ...

Chief Justice Carver has outgrown those wild days of his youth by over thirty years. Yes, his eyes were on the highest position in the land and he did not dare to allow any of that stuff to come to haunt him. Law clerks have a motto: Nothing is secret. Nothing is sacred. And so, Carver's skeleton began to rattle and no matter his over the top ploys to control it or kill it he is losing. He hates losing... Enjoy! #TheStoryteller

Nature can be unkind. The death of a den is a traumatic event to any wolf. No matter that the wolf is the apex predator, like any form of killer, there is sometimes something bigger, stronger, and just as deadly. So, the little pup is on his own. Maybe nature, maybe the Great Spirit, even God, might have taken notice. The little guy had gone through hell. He had not eaten in two days and his chance of survival ran right between slim and none. Red Bird Singing, Red to her white man’s family who raised her, has an affinity for animals, for healing and for a lot more she does not yet ...

He seemed a drifter. A no-account man in black in the severe environment of the desert. But that was the way he liked it. He was, after all, a hunter of men, and very, very good at it. But he had thought long ago to have left his heart on the battlefields of the Civil War. He was stunned to find helpless, religious folks under the threat of evil, and then, even more surprised, when one of them helped him discover his heart. He got it back. Now, he was in a different war for a hell of a lot better reasons… Enjoy- GWT #TheStoryteller

We count on the eyes in the sky to protect our coasts, our way of life, and our families. But they are not infallible. Clever people with evil intent can make the eyes work against themselves. In a process known as occlusion, the eyes can literally be fooled into tracking what is not there, or worse, transfer the work to another target, and the operator may not even notice. It will take a clever, very well-trained, determined pair of experts to find, identify and solve the problem, all the while, like any pair of beautiful people, keep their hands to temselves. Yeah, sure... Enjoy the ...

These players are not angels. No angels would go where they go, nor do what they do to survive. Often, these are the people on the front line of discovery, taking giant steps in vicious lands, where life is cheap, and the rewards, should they be found, can be extensive. Anthropologists shudder at the very idea of interfering with a native or indigenous people, but when the rewards are on the other side of those pesky savages, well, the opinions can change, all right. But survival can come at a price, and only the strong might make it. Life is what happens while you make your plans… Enjoy....

Fort Hall was the final wagon stop in 1835. The rest was traveled by foot or horseback into the reaches of the Oregon Territory, although more and more of the trail was opening up for the immigrants that had to find their way to the sea. Like many Native Americans, the Shoshone were eventually decimated, then forcibly moved to reservations far from their home. Though the story, Trail of Tears, applied to many southeastern, mid-west and south- west tribes, the Shoshone, enduring the same forced march, nearly slipped into obscurity. But even in the most dire of circumstance, regardless of the...

Sky Light, pure Comanche, was too strong and too wild for the mission to hold her. In her ill-planned escape, she tangled with a man she would never have even thought about. He was a proud man, a strong man, and he looked the part, as Apache as they come. But he stepped up and helped. With his training and his love, he won her heart. As mismatched as they could be, they were not welcome in any Comanche village, but soon, she found herself, found her calling, and vowed to be free. Told from her last years, her memoirs. This is what our elders are made of: memories. A fascinating tale of love...

Kassidy Nkosa pulled herself up from her bushman roots with the determination her Gerrman mother gave her. No stopping her in anything she tries. As a successful paleoanthropologist, she is fascinated by bones. Old ones. But to find the holy grail, she will have to descend into some of the darkest, most dangerous places in the South African volcanic shield fields. Luckily, she finds just the right partner, a chance to learn about love and life, and have an expert along for the thrills and chills. Follow Kassidy along as she learns to live, and more important for a logical scientist, she ...

Tsarevna Belle Provonsov lived in luxury, but survived in the world of intrigue, deceit and assassinations in the Russian high courts. Daughter of the Tsar, but preceded by two older brothers, she had little hope of ascending to the top. She was bargained away to a Dutch Island's governor for marriage to strengthen the ties for shipping and trade... And found herself lost on a tiny island fifty miles offshore from Japan and a long way from home. The Japanese inhabitants thrived on very set, stable, ancient traditions, and suddenly, in their midst, there stood a woman who could run things......

There is little fanfare about one of the least known fields of study, that of the swamps of the world. They lack the glory of treasure, but they throw themselves into danger at almost every turn. Some work hard to protect the sanctity and the nature of a preserve, some work to study how it can be manipulated. Marissa Mareaux is a highly intelligent, determined young woman as she steps into her new career. Brought up alongside the Everglades, she is more at home in the swamps than any business or school office. In fact, even more so that with people. It will pay off. Grab your pith helmet, ...

Imagine a solitary, unimaginative blind man, comfortable in his role a Caretaker of Harlotte Estates. The place is headed for auction when they find an heir. She finds him a beautiful man, while she fights not to find him as dinner. But he is blind. He should never know that she is a vampire. Life and love take their course, and she slowly, yet accidentally brings him over the line to her side... and her proclivities. How will they ever end this? Another chilling tale by the Storyteller (since 1995)

In the summer, Maui's north shore will throw up sixty foot waves. Those are more than dangerous enough. In the winter, those can reach one hundred feet and they are all too often, deadly. Now, what faces the best detectives in all of Hawaii is the combination of huge waves, crazy surfers and killers who have learned to use both to their own advantage. It takes loss, love, determination, and in the end, more courage than either could imagine to stop this threat. For the first time in a hundred and fifty years, the name vampire has a distinct meaning. In 1875, it was a splashy tale to tickle ...

Dusty and Crow, shape-shifters protecting Lincoln County, Montana, in defense of the wolf repatriation program, and in charge of justice in the human world, have settled in, serving Lincoln County SO, but their skills are in demand, all over the country. A demon werewolf master has set up residence in Denver, and the authorities cannot stop the killing. A feeder wipes out a family, and the two 'shifters receive the call. Werewolves have no place in the real world, and they cannot be jailed, rehabilitated, nor exiled. Only the skills and determination of the shape-shifters can stop them. ...

In the sometimes violent southwest during the growth years of 1850 to 1900, there were many kinds of bandits, outlaws, Indian threats, and gunslingers out to prove a point. There were but three determined kinds of law. The local Sheriff, constrained by jurisdiction, Texas Rangers, spread too thin, and Marshals, for only those ‘important’ federal offenders. But there was another kind of law, the hunter. Paid well on success, bur often dying long before they had the chance to enjoy all that money. Bounties are like gold. The more you get, the more you want. Here is one, who becomes two, ...

US Marshal Brick Stone was aptly named. Solid, unmovable, determined, and he got things done against all resistance. But he had never faced a badlands like this. It was a killer. Can still be a killer to this day. Badlands harbor outlaws who find safety from the law, by simply understanding the lands around them better than the pursuers. But they made a mistake. They killed his wife, captured her sister and he made a promise to get her back... and to kill them all. Like the Bisti Badlands, the tale takes many twists and turns, providing success, failures, and oddly love. But it takes work, ...

The Native Americans, almost all of them, have some version of the shape-shifter, either as a friend or as a foe. Dusty Barkman, half Blackfoot, half white, comes from a long line of shape-shifters, the ability to become wolf in an instant. A bright, strong young woman, she is determined to help with the repatriation of her friends, the wolves, into upper Montana. She works her way to Resident Sheriff's Deputy for Lincoln County, covering the Federal Parks as well as the unincorporated areas of the high country, where men will be men and women had better be damned tough. Especially a cop. ...