Howl Down The Moon

Luka knows he screwed up the night he tried to help Raine. He always gets things wrong--one of many reasons he steers clear of the rest of the pack. Besides, he doesn't deserve the fellowship of other wolves, not with how badly he failed when it mattered most.

Rand has seen a great deal during his time as pack physician, both good and bad. Helping others is his life's calling, so when a wolf shows up with bitemarks from an altercation with another wolf, he's quick to treat, but when he learns the name of the wolf bleeding on his clinic floor, he's quick to judge, too. Too bad he fails to take the time to learn the whole story.

Speaking of stories, there's one Slade has refused to listen to for years--so much so, he's relegated himself to the borderlands to avoid having anything to do with those who caused the tragedy that cost him his twin and the vengeance he knows will damn him for life if he carries it out.

A series of decisions, good and bad, brings the lives of these three wolves crashing together. In Comet Lake, that's called fate. The spark of a chance. Now it's up to them to put stubbornness aside, stop answering questions with questions, and pause in their self-loathing long enough to listen to one another, put their pasts behind them, and learn how to love.

LAYLA DORINE lives among the sprawling prairies of Midwestern America, in a house with more cats than people. She loves hiking, fishing, swimming, martial arts, camping out, photography, traveling, and visiting museums and haunted places.

Layla got hooked on writing as a child and she hasn't stopped writing since. Hard times, troubled times, the lives of her characters are never easy, but then what life is? The story is in the struggle, the journey, the triumphs and the falls. She writes about artists, musicians, loners, drifters, dreamers, hippies, bikers, truckers, hunters and all the other folks that she's met and fallen in love with over the years. Sometimes she writes urban romance and sometimes its aliens crash landing near a roadside bar. When she isn't writing, or wandering somewhere outdoors, she can often be found curled up with a good book and a kitty on her lap.