This is my stop during the book blitz for Rescue Me by Catherine Mann. This book blitz is organized by Lola's Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 2 till 8 February, you can view the complete blitz schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours.
So far this series contains 2 books: Shelter Me (Second Chance Ranch #1) and Rescue Me (Second Chance Ranch #2)
Rescue Me (Second Chance Ranch #2)By Catherine Mann
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age category: Adult
Release Date: February 3, 2015
Blurb:
A rescued dog returns the favor in the latest Second Chance Romance from USA Today bestselling author of Shelter Me.
Detective AJ Parker left undercover work in Atlanta to join a small-town Tennessee police force, hoping for an easier workload and the solitude of his cabin. But the scars left by AJ’s previous work are more difficult to escape than he thought…
Mary Hannah Gallo works with the Second Chance Ranch Animal Rescue to train therapy dogs for traumatized patients. It isn’t easy, but her life is under control—until she meets the broodingly sensual AJ, who rattles her composure all the way to her toes.
After an assignment confiscating dogs from a backyard breeder reveals a dangerous drug operation, AJ must work with sexy perfectionist Mary Hannah to train an abused rescue dog—a dog now named Holly. While Holly proves to these two very different people that opposites can, in fact, attract, she also knows more than a few explosive secrets that could heal—or divide—the entire town.
You can find Rescue Me on Goodreads
You can buy Rescue Me here:
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EXCERPT:
A Second Chance Ranch Romance…
RESCUE ME
By
Catherine Mann
Prologue
For twenty-eight years I had three names - Bitch, Fat
Mama and Dumbass.
I didn’t dare ignore the voice that growled more fiercely
than any animal. I didn’t question if I deserved to have a single name of my
own. My existence followed a pattern. Hungry, not hungry. Hurt, healed.
Pregnant, nursing. And above all, obey or pay.
Looking back, the contrast from then to my life now is
staggering. Some people have said they wonder how I survived so long in that
cabin with limited human contact, only the drone of game shows on television
and the bubbling mix in the kitchen to break the tedium. How I kept my spirit
intact. How I didn’t turn into a mirror image of the voice that both fed me and
hurt me. I have to confess I came close to becoming like the soulless monsters
that drifted in and out during those early years.
Until I was saved from crawling into the dark hole of
hurt and misery forever. I was given a hint of hope beyond the rank four walls
of my home.
I smelled honeysuckle.
Just a whiff of the perfume drifted through an open
window one summer Tennessee day. At first, I thought I’d imagined it. I tipped
my nose into that gentle breeze curling through the half cracked pane, each
puff parting the despair one ripple at a time. Overriding even the constant hum
of quiz shows.
Then there it was again. Honeysuckle. Sweet. Soft. Light.
Everything opposite of what I’d known from birth.
Desperate for more, I crawled to the window, slowly,
praying no one would see me. Life was easier if I stayed hidden, because
otherwise I feared I would one day have to fight back. Still I was willing to
risk detection to breathe more of that flowery perfume.
I have a particularly keen sense of smell, so living in a
filthy meth house for twenty-eight years took a toll on me. And just to
clarify, twenty-eight human years equates to four dog years for me. As a dog,
that explains why the stench hit me hard.
Did you know that canines can identify smells up to ten
thousand times better than a human? Well, we can. I learned that about sniffers
on Jeopardy. My brain has forty percent more capacity devoted to smell than
yours. Not that I mean to sound condescending or call you inferior. Facts are
facts. I have over two million olfactory sensors in my nose. You have opposable
thumbs. Truly, aromatherapy is wasted on you people.
I like facts. The endless television programs offered
that much at least, game show after game show. Back then, I embraced those
quizzes, soaking up data, anything to prove I wasn’t a dumbass at all. If I’d
been a human and hadn’t started having babies so early, I’ve often thought I
would have become a professor with thick black glasses. I would have
sequestered myself in an office lined with books, solitude. Peace.
But back to my sniffer.
Back to the honeysuckle.
And how all that relates to the day I found freedom in a
splintered door.
To be clear, I spent my life watching methamphetamine
being cooked, smoked, shot, sold. The rancid odor of the drug left me groggy.
Sometimes even made me snarl, when that’s not my nature. The smell of it
saturated the walls, peeling the paper down in strips I chewed in moments of
frenzied boredom. It permeated the saggy sofa I never sat on. Even clung to the
mattresses on the floor in both bedrooms where junkies had sex. Worst of all,
the toxic clouds hung in the kitchen, counters packed with everything from
drain cleaner to funnels to my bowl full of scraps.
But that afternoon during my fourth summer, when I
discovered honeysuckle, I considered that maybe, just maybe there was something
better for me, if only I could wait long enough to escape farther than the
chain in the yard allowed.
Easier said than done, because I was a money maker, just
like that steaming meth cooker. My litters of boxer pups were worth a lot, so I
ate well, periodically. No one kicked me for a while. Until my babies were
taken away so I could breed again. They always took them too early, and then I
was alone.
You may already be thinking “puppy mill,” but that’s not
one hundred percent accurate. The woman who owned me – I won’t bother to
distinguish her with a name – would be more appropriately labeled a backyard
breeder who used me and other dogs to supplement her meth income. Up until that
honeysuckle moment in my fourth summer, I thought my mission in life was to
have babies for people to love even if I never got to experience that feeling
myself, other than for the few brief weeks I was allowed to keep each litter,
their warm tiny bodies snuggled up against me.
By the fourth winter, I wondered if I’d imagined a
honeysuckle world just to survive. I began to lose hope, drawing in nothing but
the fumes that made me mean.
Then, on the bitterest, coldest morning my world changed
on a larger scale with another beautiful scent. Peppermint. It’s still my
favorite perfume, even above honeysuckle. Those two beautiful smells
outnumbered the one evil stench of this cabin. There was more out there past my
chain. So much more.
And I thank the Big Master who made us that the
peppermint-scented lady understood I was not at my best the day she and the
sad-eyed policeman broke down the meth house door to rescue me.
First book in the series:
Shelter Me (Second Chance Ranch #1)By Catherine Mann
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age category: Adult
Release Date: August 5, 2014
Blurb:
Nestled in the sunny fields of Tennessee lies the McDaniel family’s Second Chance Ranch Animal Rescue. Two new arrivals are on their way, but only one is the four-legged kind.
Staff Sergeant Mike Kowalski wants only one thing after he gets home from Iraq: to sleep in a king-sized bed with clean sheets. But first, he has to hand off his fallen commander’s dog, Trooper, to his family without handing off his heart to Sierra…
Sierra McDaniel needs a break. Her family life is crazy, and when she’s not mucking out kennels, she’s slogging through grad school. Sierra certainly doesn’t want another dog, especially one that reminds her of her father. And she definitely doesn’t want to see Mike with that charming smile of his…
But Trooper has a mission of his own. Before too long Mike is moving to the ranch to lend a hand—and hoping for his own second chance with Sierra.
You can find Shelter Me on Goodreads
You can buy Shelter Me here:
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- Barnes & Noble
- Kobo
About the Author:USA Today bestseller Catherine Mann and RITA Award winner, Catherine writes contemporary romance for Berkley, Harlequin, Sourcebooks and Tule. With over sixty books in released in more than twenty countries, she has also celebrated six RITA finals, an RT Reviewer’s Award finalist, three Maggie Award of Excellence finals and a Bookseller’s Best win.
A former theater school director and university instructor, she holds a Master’s degree in Theater from UNC-Greensboro and a Bachelor’s degree in Fine Arts: Theater (with minors in both English and Education) from the College of Charleston.
Catherine and her flyboy husband live on the Florida coast where they brought up their 4 children – and still have 5 four-legged, furry “children” (aka pets). Catherine is an active volunteer with her local Humane Society, serving on their Board of Directors, fostering over 200 puppies, ill dogs, and dogs with service/working potential. She recently checked off a major item on her “bucket list” by completing her Florida State Animal Rescue Coalition and starting her own rescue with three friends - The Sunshine State Animal Rescue. Catherine enjoys hearing from her readers and can be found online daily. To receive an autographed bookmark, send a SASE to: P.O. Box 6065, Navarre, FL 32566
You can find and contact Catherine here:
- Website
- Goodreads
Catherine Mann has begun an animal rescue of her own with three friends - Sunshine State Animal Rescue in the Florida Panhandle. Here's their facebook page if you want more info.
They rescue from high kill shelters and do traditional adoptions as well as help identify potential service dogs and search and rescue dogs at shelters.
There is a tour wide giveaway for the book blitz of Rescue Me. This giveaway is US Only. These are the prizes you can win:
- Two winners will get a $25 gift card to either Amazon or Barnes and Noble and an autographed copy of Shelter Me by Catherine Mann (US Only).
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