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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
 
Thirty-two-year-old Angie Powell has always spoken her mind, but in the presence of Dare Callahan she nurses a simmering rage. Three years ago, Dare returned home to rural Montana and opened a hunting business to rival Angie’s own, forcing her to close up shop. The infuriatingly attractive Iraq war vet even had the nerve to ask Angie out, not once but twice. Before Angie leaves town, she organizes one last trip into the wilderness with a client. But the adrenaline-fueled adventure turns deadly when Angie witnesses a cold-blooded murder and finds herself on the wrong side of a gun. Then a bear comes crashing through the woods—changing the dark game completely. Luckily, Dare is camping nearby and comes to her aid. Forced together for survival, Angie and Dare must confront hard feelings, a blinding storm, and a growing attraction—while a desperate killer and a ferocious five-hundred-pound beast stalk their prey.

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Angie Powell can't keep Dare Callahan out of her thoughts. On one hand, he's the hunting guide who ruined her own business; on the other, he's the manly hunk who twice asked her out on a date. Now, down to her last Montana wilderness gig, all that seems behind her until circumstances, including a vicious murder and a very ferocious bear, bring her and her mental tormentor together in very close quarters. A torrid, suspenseful romance.

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“Survival of the sexiest . . . This is high adventure and nonstop romantic suspense.”—Bookreporter
 
“A pulse-pounding romantic thriller . . . with [Linda Howard’s] patented blend of sizzling sex, heart-stopping action and humor.”—RT Book Reviews
 
“Gripping . . . When it comes to romantic suspense, Prey is about as good as it gets.”—The Romance Reader
 
“For those readers who love adventure, and surprising twists and turns.”—Fresh Fiction
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  • ISBN-13: 9780749955649
  • Publisher: Piatkus Books
  • Publication date: 9/28/2011

Meet the Author

Linda Howard is the award-winning author of many New York Times bestsellers, including Veil of Night, Ice, Burn, Death Angel, Up Close and Dangerous, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Cover of Night, Killing Time, To Die For, Kiss Me While I Sleep, Cry No More, Dying to Please, Open Season, Mr. Perfect, All the Queen’s Men, Now You See Her, Kill and Tell, and Son of the Morning, and co-author (with Linda Jones) of Blood Born. She lives in Alabama with her husband and a golden retriever.

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 Chapter One

He’d won.
She’d lost.

She really,  really hated losing. Losing pissed her off more than just about anything else.
The very idea made her grind her teeth, made her think twice about what she was about to do, which essentially was to throw in the towel. Okay, not exactly throw in the towel, but she was defi­nitely retrenching, and she needed to act now. Stubbornness was one of her main faults, something she was well aware of, so before it could trip her up and make her change her mind, Angie Powell quickly scrawled her name on the contract with the only Realtor in the area, Harlan Forbes, then leaned back in her chair and tried to control her breathing.

There, it was done. Her place was officially up for sale. Her stomach was so knotted she felt as if she’d stepped off a cliff and was cartwheeling toward the ground, but there was no going back. Well, there probably was; Harlan had known her most of her life, and would probably tear up the contract right now if she asked him to. Not only that, the contract wasn’t  open- ended. If her home didn’t sell in the allotted time, she’d either extend the con­tract or . . . what? What other option did she have? None, that’s what. This was do or die, sink or swim, and any number of other back- against- the- wall clichés. She was damned if she’d just give up, though. Moving operations wasn’t the same as giving up.

“I’ll get this posted online right away,” Harlan said, swiveling around to lay the contract beside his sleek, all- in- one computer and monitor combined, a surprisingly up- to- date piece of elec­tronics in a shabby, crowded  two- room office on the second floor above the hardware store. “That’s how most of my contacts are being made these days.” He gave her a quick glance, concern writ­ten large on his florid face. “Don’t get your hopes up on having a firm offer right away, though. The listings around here are on the market for six months, average, which isn’t bad in this economy.”
“Thanks,” she said to Harlan, who’d been one of her father’s best friends. She supposed he needed to make the sale as much as she needed to sell. The downturn in the economy had hit every­one. Six months. God, could she hold on for six more months? The answer was: If she had to. She could do anything if she had to.

She got to her feet. “Believe me, I’m not hoping for anything right away.”
But she was; she couldn’t help it. She wished the place would sell this very minute, before she could think about it too much. At the same time, she dreaded the thought of leaving, and the two emotions pulled and fought inside her until she wanted to scream, for all the good that would do, which was none.

She shrugged into her coat and picked up her big tote bag, settled her hat on her head. She needed both the coat and the hat. November had come in cold and brisk, already dusting the valleys with a few light snows. The mountain peaks surrounding the valley were white, the wind blowing off them carrying the scent of winter, evergreen mixed with fresh snow. A warm front was coming in that should melt the snow back some, but everyone, human and animal, knew the warmth would be temporary; soon the cold would settle in for months.

She had to plan on being here through another winter. It would be nice if her place sold immediately, but if she was any­thing, Angie was realistic. Pie in the sky had never appealed to her, not when there was a plain old apple on the ground. Right now, however, she  couldn’t see either apple or pie. All she could do was try to eke out a living and stay on top of her bills enough to hold off foreclosure, until her place sold and she could relocate.

If. Now there was a word. If her dad hadn’t borrowed a bunch of money five years ago to expand the business, buying more horses, four- wheelers, building three small guest houses, the place wouldn’t even have a mortgage, and she’d be okay even with the downturn in her income. But he had, and she wasn’t. Yes, she’d sold the four- wheelers and most of the horses, and used the money to pay down the principal on the loan, but even if she refi­nanced, the payment would be more than she could handle, and that was assuming the bank would let her refinance, as tight as credit was right now.

At least she hadn’t waited until she was in real trouble. No, that big, wide streak of realism had read the writing on the wall and recognized that, within a year at the absolute most, she was going to be out of money and out of business, unless she took ac­tion. But a year was optimistic; the six months Harlan had men­tioned for selling her house and property was far more like it. By then, she might not even be breaking even, and one thing she didn’t want to do was dip into her savings. For one thing, she didn’t have that much; for another, throwing good money after bad was a good way to lose everything.

Harlan heaved his bulk out of his squeaky office chair and walked with her to the door. “I’ll be out tomorrow to take some pictures,” he said.

“I’ll be there. I have a guide trip day after tomorrow, so I’ll be getting everything ready.” Right now, that one guide trip, with a repeat client, was the only thing on her books. Three years ago, before Dare Callahan had returned home and begun carving huge holes in her business, she had gone weeks with just enough time between guide trips to replenish supplies. Even two years ago, with him set up in competition, she’d done okay, and had ac­tually been glad to have a little time to rest between trips. Last year had been slow. This year had been disastrous.

Harlan patted her arm as he opened the door for her. “I hate to see you leave, but you know best.”
“I hope so. I’ve done some research, and I think I’ve found a good location, up past Missoula.” She wasn’t getting her heart set on any particular place, though; she’d isolate sections where hunt­ing guides were thin on the ground, and work from there. Moving wouldn’t accomplish much if she put herself back into a situation with steep competition.
He glanced out the door, at the mountainous scenery he’d seen thousands of times, and a faintly sad expression crept over his face. “I’m thinking about leaving, too.”

“What?” The unexpected confession jerked Angie out of her­self and her own problems; she stared at him in shock. He’d al­ways been here, been in these parts, and a fixture in her life from the time she and her dad had moved to the area. She had moved away a couple of times, once to college and then afterward to Billings, but Harlan had always been here, as reliable as the sun rising in the east. She couldn’t imagine this place without him. “Why?”
There was a faraway look in his eyes, as if he’d turned inward. “Because the older I get, the closer I am to the people who’ve al­ready gone on, and the harder it is to relate to the ones still here,” he said softly. “Some days all I can think about are the dead ones. I catch myself talking to Glory all the time.” Gloria was his dead wife; Angie had never heard him call her anything other than Glory. “And your dad ...I still talk to him as if he were standing right here. And there are more, too many more.”

He sighed. “I don’t have an unlimited number of years left, you know, and I’m spending too much of my time alone. I need to move closer to Noah and the grandkids, connect more with them while I still can.”

“You’re talking as if you have one foot in the grave. You aren’t old!” She was still too shocked to be diplomatic, but then diplo­macy had never been her strong point. Afterward she could always think of what she should have said, but in the moment she tended to blurt out whatever she was thinking. Besides, Harlan wasn’t old; he was probably in his mid- sixties, close to her dad in age.

But her dad was gone, and suddenly Angie thought she knew what Harlan meant. He was hearing the call of the beyond; some­times she caught the echo of it herself, in the stillness around her that would suddenly be filled with memories. Maybe it was na­ture’s way of transitioning from life to death, or life to another life. He knew he was probably in the last quarter of his life, and he wanted to make the most of it with the people who meant the most to him.

“Old enough,” he said, and looked again at the looming mountains. “If I don’t make the move now, I might run out of time.”

And that was it in a nutshell. She was doing exactly the same thing, though for a different reason. She was running out of time.

“Yeah,” she said gently. “I know.”

Abruptly he hugged her, a  one- armed,  rib- crushing hug that was over before she could do more than gasp. “I’ll miss you, Angie, but we won’t lose touch. I promise you that.”

“Back at you,” she said awkwardly. The emotion of the mo­ment left her flailing way out of her depth, as usual, but she man­aged a smile for him as she stepped out onto the landing. Some people instinctively knew the right thing to say, the right thing to do, but she wasn’t one of them. The best she could do was, well, the best she could do, and hope she didn’t screw up too much.

As soon as the door closed behind her, though, her smile turned sad. She didn’t want to leave. She’d grown up in her house, she liked the small community here even though God knows there was absolutely nothing that would qualify as a nightlife, unless you counted frogs. But so what? She’d enjoyed liv­ing in Billings, and she enjoyed living here. After a while, wher­ever she moved to would become home. She was who she was, no matter where she lived. Fiercely she shrugged off her sadness. She’d better get over her pity party or risk turning into what she disliked most: a whiner.
She took the flight of stairs down the outside of the building at a brisk pace, then strode across the cracked parking lot to her seven- year- old dark blue Ford pickup, keeping her head high with an effort. She wasn’t beaten, not yet, but she’d definitely lost this battle, and the taste of defeat was bitter as gall in her mouth. The worst thing was, Dare Callahan probably didn’t even  know— and wouldn’t care if he had known— that she’d been in a fight for her survival, and that as she’d been going under for the third time he had effectively put his boot on top of her head and held her un­derwater.

God, she hated him. No, not hate, not exactly, but she sure as hell didn’t like him. To think that when he’d asked her out, two years ago, she’d actually been tempted to accept, that she’d even gotten butterflies in her stomach, but that was before she realized what he was doing. She knew better now. She  didn’t like anything about him, not the way he looked or the truck he drove, or even his damn name. Dare. What kind of name was that? Like he thought he was some supercool urban daredevil, able to leap small Yuppies with a single  bound— except he was too cool to make the effort.

If she had to be fair about it— and she  didn’t feel like being fair— she supposed she had to blame his parents for his name, but that didn’t mean he was completely innocent, because he could have changed his name to Jim or Charlie, something like that. But on a website, Dare Callahan, Wilderness Guide, looked a whole lot cooler than, for instance, a plain old Charlie Callahan; people probably subconsciously felt as if they were hiring Indiana Jones.

And when she compared her own website to his, Powell Guide Trips was so lackluster she had to admit she probably  wouldn’t hire herself, either. That was a hard thing to face, but there was no getting around it. She didn’t have the extra money to hire some­one to jazz- up her website, so in her spare time she’d been trying to figure out how to do it herself, though she was painfully aware that generally one got what one paid for. Her site had been set up so she could update it, but it was inspiration that failed her. She had no idea what to do to make herself sound more capable than Dare Callahan, Wilderness Guide. Change her name to Ace, maybe?

The idea struck her and she stopped in her tracks, wondering if she might have actually come up with a workable idea, some­thing that would buy her a little more time if nothing else. Her in­come had been falling for the past two years. Part of it was the economy, sure, but it  didn’t help that she was a woman. Even though some of the big- game hunters who came to Montana every year were women, and an even larger percentage of the photogra­phers on photo shoots were women, most people seemed to think that a male guide was a safer bet than a female one.

If there was trouble, a man was stronger, supposedly tougher, yada yada. She knew the drill. She wanted to fault it, but she couldn’t, even though she knew she was good at what she did. She was five- seven, a little above average height for a woman, with a lean, rangy build that disguised how strong she was. Even given that, there was no way she came anywhere close to being as strong as most of the men around here, especially a muscle- bound jerk like Dare Callahan. But if she changed her website and, say, used her initials instead of her name so people didn’t know right away that she was a woman...Yeah, she might lose repeat business, but that was practically nil anyway, so any new business could only be a plus.

And maybe she should concentrate more on photography trips and wilderness camping, things like that, rather than on hunting trips, which naturally leaned more toward men, as if a set of nuts was a requirement for competent guiding. From what she could tell, not having testicles was a big check mark on the plus side. Not only did she not have testosterone blinding her with ego and competition problems, she didn’t have to worry about whether to put them on the left or right, and she didn’t fall down and vomit if anyone punched her in the groin.

Talk about selling points: lifelong experience, no testicles. She could see it now, blazing from her website in brilliant red letters. She enjoyed the vision for a moment, then jerked her thoughts back to repositioning herself as more of a guide for photography trips and family outings.

Except this was something she should have done back in the spring, to pull in business during the height of the hunting sea­son. Winter was coming fast, and with it came the end of hunting trips until next year. No, she had to face it: She was up against the wall. It galled her that she couldn’t turn her situation  around— at least not here, not now. Her only chance at turning this around was to move somewhere else, where she wouldn’t have to deal with the competition of a jackass superstar. But she hated being a fail­ure, at anything, anywhere, and under any circumstances. She hadn’t failed just herself, but her dad and his faith in her. Why else would he have left the property and business to her if he hadn’t thought she could make a go of it?

“Because there wasn’t anyone else,” she muttered, then, de­spite everything, she had to give a little laugh. Not that her dad hadn’t loved her; he had. But whether or not he’d loved her hadn’t factored into the decision to leave everything to her, be­cause she was his only child and there literally hadn’t been anyone else. Maybe if he’d had any inkling of having heart trouble before literally dropping dead, he’d have put the place up for sale and taken up a line of work that wasn’t so physically demanding, but all in all Angie was glad that, if he had to die, at least he’d died doing what he loved. He’d been riding the range, not cooped up in a store or an office.

She’d been living and working in Billings at the time; her job had been just an ordinary one, in the administrative office of a hospital, but it had paid her rent and she’d liked it okay. The thing was, she’d never had a great ambition to do anything in par­ticular. All she wanted at the time was to support herself. So when her dad died, the logical thing had been to move back home and take over his guide business. After all, she’d often helped him be­fore she moved away, so it  wasn’t as if she was a novice and  didn’t know how to conduct a guide trip. She was a decent tracker, and a decent shot. At the time, she hadn’t seen any reason why she couldn’t make a go of it, and she was kind of ready for a change anyway, so why not?

And then she’d found something she hadn’t expected to find: She loved it. She loved being out on the mountains, she loved being in charge of her own destiny. There was something special about stepping out of a tent into the pristine early morning and being overwhelmed by the solitude and beauty around her. How could she have gone so many years without realizing this was ex­actly what she wanted to do? Maybe she’d had to go away for a while in order to see how suited she was for this life. Not that she hadn’t enjoyed living in a city; she had. She’d liked the variety, the people, the friends she made; she’d even taken some cooking classes and thought about maybe doing some catering on the side. But she loved being a guide, and enjoyed living here way more now than she had when she’d been growing up.

She did wish she’d made some different decisions, such as sell­ing the horses and keeping the four- wheelers, instead of doing the exact opposite. Hindsight was great, except it was so damn slow in coming. She hadn’t anticipated that the economy would bottom out and discretionary spending would almost disappear. She  hadn’t known Dare Callahan would move back home and siphon away most of her business. Why couldn’t he have stayed in the military where he belonged, safely away from her little patch of Montana?

If only—
No. No if onlies. Never mind that she was thirty- two and he’d given her butterflies. She didn’t trust butterflies,  didn’t let herself get carried away by emotions and hormones. Once had been enough. She’d made such a fool of herself that whenever she thought of her abbreviated marriage her stomach still curdled from an almost overwhelming sense of embarrassment. A strong desire to leave Billings, the scene of the debacle, had made her that much more eager to take over her dad’s guide business when he died.

No doubt about it, if she’d been happily married at the time she’d have sold off the business and stayed in Billings, simply be­cause she’d built a life there. When her personal life fell apart, though, she’d withdrawn so much that her friends had almost given up on her in exasperation. After moving back here and get­ting her feet under her again she’d mended those relationships— a woman always needed other women— but by then she’d fallen so in love with her way of life that dynamite couldn’t have blown her back into an office setting.

Thinking that she needed to send some e-mails when she got home, just to keep in touch, she opened the truck door and was about to climb into the cab when she abruptly remembered that she needed some nails and staples to repair fencing, which she might as well get now while she was right here at the hardware store and save herself a trip later. She also wanted to catch up on the community gossip, such as it was, with Evelyn French, the chatty half of the husband and wife team who owned the hardware store. Their son, Patrick, had been the only other kid her age in their little community, and all during their school years the Frenches and her dad had swapped out driv ing them to school in the nearest real town, forty miles away. Patrick was a cop now, in Spokane, married, with two ankle- biters of his own. Evelyn was crazy about her grandchildren, two little boys ages four and two, and always had time to relate the latest tales of what they’d said and done. She seemed to relish their mischief, as if she thought Patrick deserved everything they did. Remembering some of the things Patrick had gotten up to when they were growing up, Angie had to agree.

She closed the door she’d opened and trudged across the parking lot, watching her step as she went around a deep pothole— and when she lifted her head she saw him, the big man, the devil, Dare Callahan himself, coming straight at her from the parking area on the other side of the store, where his big black truck loomed like a shining, sinister metal monster.

Seeing him was too much. Angie’s heart gave a sudden hard thump, and the bottom dropped out of her stomach. Her reac­tion was completely automatic. She didn’t stop to think,  didn’t give herself a pep talk, didn’t consider how it looked; she simply turned around and headed back to her own truck, muttering under her breath. She’d pick up the nails and staples when she got back from the guide trip; she wouldn’t have any time to work on the fencing until then, anyway. Running was cowardly, but at the same time she couldn’t nod at him and be polite,  couldn’t pre­tend she hadn’t just  up- ended her world because of him. Damn it, figures she’d run into him at the hardware store immediately after putting her place up for sale, an action he’d forced her into taking. Sometimes coincidence really sucked.

“Hey!”
The deep bark, laden with anger, rolled across the space be­tween them. Angie didn’t look back. She  didn’t think he’d be talk­ing to her— after all, for over two years she’d gone out of her way to avoid him if possible and barely grunt a hello if forced to ac­knowledge him— so she glanced around to see who he was talking to, because she hadn’t noticed anyone else nearby.

With a jolt she realized there wasn’t anyone else. He was talk­ing to her.

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  • Posted August 7, 2011

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    Linda Howard provides her usual exhilarating romantic suspense

    In rural Montana, thirtyish Angie Powell was operating a successful hunting business when former Iraq war veteran Dare Callahan came home to start up the same business. Three years as rivals has left Angie selling out as she lost this battle. She has one last final client to escort, Chad Krugman and his guest on a bear hunt in the wilderness.

    However, the hunt goes ugly when Angie sees a murder and the killer sees her. Before either can react, a humongous black bear who has eaten humans attacks. Dare is nearby thanks to a mutual friend when he hears shots. He races to Angie to insure she is safe. As they flee together and confront their attraction, a killer and a five hundred pound beast pursue them while a storm makes survival more difficult.

    Linda Howard provides her usual exhilarating romantic suspense as man, beast, and nature focus on two business rivals falling in love. The story line is fast-paced from the moment Krugman arrives for his trek into the wilderness. Loaded with action and well placed humor especially the banter between the lead couple, fans will enjoy the trek into a remote par of Big Sky Country.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted September 7, 2011

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    loved it

    I have to say I really liked this all the way through. The best part to me was Dare and Angie's romance.

    7 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2011

    Disappointed

    I am a huge Linda Howard fan. This falls way short of her normal novels. I guess when the premise is a rabid, man eating bear, you have to take it all in stride. Don't waste your time or money with this one.

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 14, 2011

    can't miss with Linda Howard!

    I count down the days for months when there is an upcoming release from Linda!! I can't wait until it's available.

    5 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 11, 2011

    Waste of time and money

    This book is touted as romantic suspense but it is far from that. I'm not a romance fan but do like suspense and since this book was promoted as that, decided to give it a try. It was extremely disappointing, more so because I know Linda Howard is capable of far better work. Unless you want just another romance book that you know the ending to before you get past the first chapter, leave this one in the store. It isn't worth buying and your time can be better spent reading something else. I wouldn't give it even one star but because you have to select a rating in order to be published and there is no zero, that was my only choice. Mundane and boring would be an improvement.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 11, 2011

    Disappointing

    I have loved Linda Howard's books but this one is a disappointment. She lost me with the character of the killer black bear -- ascribing thoughts and motive to the bear's actions. This should not be a hardback but a short paperback.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2011

    Don't Bother

    I usually always can't wait for the new Linda Howard book. However, save your money and pass on this one. It is page after page of descriptive nonsense. Very little action, mostly about the characters feelings and when there is action, someone is eaten by a bear. It appears that the author employed the oldest trick in the book (used by students in school) fill the pages up with unnecessary words and hopefully no one will notice that they did that. You actualy can skip 50 pages and still be on the same descriptive feeling of one of these two supposedly adults, who are acting like grade school kids with a crush. And then someone gets eaten by a bear. This was painful to read. Luckily one can skip over big chunks of the book and not miss a thing.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2011

    Disappointed!!!!

    I've read and enjoyed all Linda Howard books. This one disappointed, definitely not up to her normal caliber.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 8, 2011

    Not one of her best

    I was disappointed. I love Linda Howard books but this one wasn't that great.

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 11, 2011

    This book was below par.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 7, 2011

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    Mixed Review

    Linda Howard is one of my favorite authors. I own every book she has written, so it pains me to say that I really did not like this book. Angie and Dare have minimal interaction throughout the first half of the book. There are some fairly gruesome descriptions of bear attacks and the aftermath. Yuck! Once Angie and Dare meet up, the book gets better, but by then I really didn't care. In all honesty, I have to say I am not a big fan of books where the heroine has to trek through the woods or the steaming hot jungle for a good part of the book so that may have influenced how I felt about this book.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 6, 2012

    Just so-so

    I was rather disppointed in this book. I'm a huge fan of Linda Howard, but this book wasn't one of her better ones.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 3, 2011

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    It was greaat

    1 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 11, 2014

    this was the first book I read by linda howard and i could not p

    this was the first book I read by linda howard and i could not put it down I read it in 2 days. I would definitely buy another book from her. it was little over 300 pages. if you like a little gore, laughter,and spense.then this is the book for you.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2014

    This was my first book by Linda Howard and it had my attention f

    This was my first book by Linda Howard and it had my attention from the beginning! It was a suspenseful and a love story but how it was written you didn't know what was coming from one page to the next even if you did have an inkling of what the end MIGHT be! I look forward to reading more of her books in the near future.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2013

    Good story! EASY READ!

    This was a good adventure/love story that was easy to read which means I could not put the book down and finished reading it quickly. It always makes a better love story when the man and woman are having some conflict making the chemistry better. Add in some adventure with a killer bear running loose makes it even more interesting.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2013

    Loved it

    Awesome. Kept me on my toes. I have a new fear of bears!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2013

    Shadowtalon

    5 squirrels and 10 mice, please. Deliver them to blessed result two.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2013

    Please send my prey

    11 mice 2 seals 3foxes 1 bear 2 fish and 15 pigs. To ire result one. Say: from anonymous to your clan please accept this gift and come to desl result one to take me in.

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  • Posted February 13, 2013

    I haven't read any Linda Howard in a while because her writing s

    I haven't read any Linda Howard in a while because her writing style changed so much after Mr. Perfect. I still feel that she is being ghost written because her latest books are not nearly what I remember. This story falls way short of any of her books. Ascribing thoughts, motivations, and almost human feelings to a BEAR! Seriously, I almost choked as I was reading it. In addition I had to read through 5 chapters before our hero and heroine even had civil words for each other. One chapter spent almost the whole chapter describing a, frankly boring, bear attack. One wonders how long you get to think about a bear's motivation before the bear eats you. It was insane and inane and I just plain didn't like it.

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