Title: Life Flight
Author: Shaunna Wolf
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Suspense (Military)
Release Date: December 15th, 2013
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18657187-
Tour Host: Goddess Fish Promotions
Malachi Blackfeather has spent twenty years in the Army. Two of those years as a Vietnam
POW. Now that he's out, all he wants is some peace and quiet to figure out what to do with the
rest of his life. Between the flashbacks, and an over interest in sex that is now being called sex
addiction, finding his path isn't easy.
Kat is trying to escape an abusive marriage. Her soon to be ex is a master at manipulating the
system, and her family thinks she should stay with him, "because no other man will want her".
She's looking for escape in any form she can get it.
When they meet, sparks fly. Trapped by a blizzard, can two damaged people, who think
there is no chance of love in the world for them, find each other, and survive an unforeseen
circumstance that puts both of them in danger?
Mystery, romance, and danger, fill this novel, with a story that will draw you in and not let go.
I picked up the half brick holding the door open, and the TV set exploded in a shower of glass.
For a moment Frank stood staring at the TV as if he thought it shattered on its own. He spun to
I continued to stand with my arms folded over my chest and my shoulder against the door
frame. He looked around as if the spiders in the place would come to his rescue. I tugged on
the cuffs of the leather gloves I wore. Flexed my fingers. When his hand tightened on the pool
stick he held, I wanted to tell him that a wooden stick wasn’t much use in a gun fight. But unless
he went for a gun, I wasn’t going to shoot him, not yet anyway.
“Get the fuck off my property,” he said.
A block of wood nailed into the door served as a supplement lock. I reached up and spun it
closed, and while keeping him in my field of vision, I hooked the eye bolt as well. I hadn’t seen
a phone in the shed, not last time I was here, nor this time. But that didn’t mean some pal of his
wouldn’t show up--and anyone pals with this guy would have to be a cast member of the same
“Where is Kat?” I asked him.
“You stooo-pied?” he said back, drawing out the word stupid in a juvenile manner. “I already
told you, she’s my wife, and that if you kept trying to bother her, I’ll have you arrested.”
“You see any cops? I don’t.” I moved over the concrete floor and stood near the bar.
He found some brain cells and kept the pool table between us. Held the pool stick in both
hands. Glanced at the door.
“I have security cameras. The company already called the cops.”
“Well then, you don’t have anything to worry about,” I said back. I’d come across a few
pathological liars in my lifetime, but never someone who thought the rest of the world had an IQ
of less than 80 and would believe whatever came out of their mouth. “How should we entertain
the people watching us until they get here?”
Confusion ran over his face. His lies didn’t make me edgy, his particular flavor of insanity
mimicked a bully. Lots of words of bravado that he expected others to be frightened of--no
matter how absurd. He was strong, of that I had no doubt, he worked at a labor intensive job,
but he was filled with so much fear it surrounded him in a shimmering cloak. Just like the sweat
on his forehead.
I walked along the edge of the pool table. Picked up the ten ball with it’s marred blue stripe.
Rolled it across the table and bounced it off the rail on the other side of the table--caught it when
it came spinning back.
“Where’s Kat?” I tossed the ball from hand to hand.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he said.
I let the ball fly. It hit him in the right shin. He bent over with a yelp. He edged towards the
door, dragging his right foot. I spun the eight ball across the table, caught it, tossed it from hand
“Go for that door and the next one hits your head.”
He stopped and pulled himself up straight. Dug in his pocket and got out a pathetically small
knife. He opened the blade and held it out in front of him. Laughable. Unless he stuck it in my
neck, he couldn’t even hit an artery with it.
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