Josie Shepherd loves running free, with no one and nothing to tie her down—until a new job at a kennel introduces her to both an unexpected friend and a vicious, abused dog named Cain.
When Josie stumbles upon the body of a murdered woman, she runs to Deputy Gordon Wolfe, a disfigured man hiding behind his badge. His shy smile and affection for dogs make her reconsider what she’s running from.
Now she’s on the run from a serial killer and her own heart. But when her friend is abducted and Cain appears to be the murder weapon, Josie’s attempt to save them both lands her in the killer’s lair. Josie’s strength and Cain’s loyalty are tested to the limit as they fight for their lives. Facing a killer is one thing, but facing her love for Gordon is Josie’s greatest challenge.
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“I loved this book! The author’s use of language was refreshing. Her sense of humor was a treat. The story line was absolutely riveting! I ended up staying up WELL past my bedtime to finish. I cried and cried again. And naturally, a book with dogs as a focal point is just the icing on the cake! FABULOUS!
I’m looking forward to reading the second book by DJ Davis next!” ~ Amazon review by Trisha
1986 was the year of Halley’s Comet, a wonder in the sky, and the space shuttle Challenger, a tragedy in the sky. Gasoline was under a dollar a gallon and a stamp cost a whopping twenty-two cents. Thousands died at Chernobyl and millions joined in Hands Across America.
It was the year of the “Kennel Killer” and Deputy Gordon Wolfe. It was the year of a big dog named Cain.
It was the year Josephine Wren Shepherd found her calling. I was twenty-four, with an uncanny ability to communicate with dogs. I worked at a kennel with Darby Gibson. We spent our days with the dogs and the radio, listening to Huey Lewis and the News, Robert Palmer, Van Halen, and The Pet Shop Boys. We called ourselves the Pet Shop Girls.
I owned a battered Jeep Renegade, an assortment of tools to keep it on the road, and almost no money. I could say I also owned Fletcher, but that isn’t true. The Border Collie owned me more than I owned him.
It was the most exciting year of my life. It was also the most terrifying. It was the year I nearly lost my life. And it was the year I found it.