What Remains by Bailey Bradford (to read list txt) 📕

low, way too close to him. Joe gulped and looked down.

“Fuck,” he yelped as he froze in place. The head of that big, snarly dog-thing was between Joe’s calves, the ornery beast having gotten under the truck. Joe’s heart tried to pop right out of his chest and he damn near swooned, something he’d thought only women in old romance books did.

He wasn’t telling how he had come to that idea.

The critter growled again and Joe tried to judge whether or not he could dive for the interior of the truck without getting bitten. Those were some big-ass teeth in that mouth, and those yellow eyes gleamed up at him as if the animal was already imagining how Joe would taste gutted and spread out.

Fuck it. I got thick boots and he’s under the truck mostly. Joe dove—

And yelped when his right ankle was caught in a vise. It was the dog’s muzzle, he knew it. Joe was jerked by that leg, hard to the left. It completely threw him off balance, and since he was a little—or more—stoned in the first place, his attempts at keeping upright only ended with him clawing uselessly at the truck as he went down.

He wheezed, his throat too constricted by fear to let out even a peep. Joe smacked the back of his head on the truck and saw a brilliant array of stars, brighter than those in the sky, as he hit the ground.

He didn’t lie still. Joe kicked and immediately began pushing himself up on his elbows. And wished he hadn’t because… That’s a big fuckin’ wolf coming at me!

And it was a wolf, Joe suddenly had no doubt. There was a feral, primeval feel to the beast.

Maybe I’m just about to shit myself in terror. Joe scrambled for an explanation as the wolf let go of him and began stalking its way up his legs. Those eyes are just… He shuddered and it broke something free in him. “Git! Go on, you damned—” Joe waved his hands as he yelled, but one snarly, snappy show of teeth had him gripping his own throat, hoping to keep from having it torn out.

“Fuck you,” he spat back at the wolf. Joe’s vision went wonky, going dark around the edges. Oh, no. He was not going to pass out.

Except that darkness kept cloaking his vision and the wolf was a blur as it placed huge paws on his stomach.

His determination not to pass out wavered. That pissed him off. He wasn’t like one of those cute little fainting goats that dropped unconscious when they were spooked. He was a man, damn it all, not a freakin’ goat!

Plus, if he lost consciousness, his hands would probably slip and that would be the end of him.

Joe stopped being a passive Patsy and kicked his legs as hard as he could while he bucked up at the same time. It was really a whole body convulsion, with him trying to shake off the wolf.

It got him a back paw to the balls and that darkness he’d been fighting pulled him right down into it. Joe didn’t even have a chance to panic about dying.

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About the Author

 

 

A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are reserved for pounding away at the keyboard, as are early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn’t happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey’s brain demanding to be let out.

Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey’s office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey’s presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.

Email: [email protected]

Bailey loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.pride-publishing.com.

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Southwestern Shifters: Reckless

Southwestern Shifters: Rendered

Southwestern Shifters: Resilience

Southwestern Shifters: Reverence

Southwestern Shifters: Revolution

Southwestern Shifters: Revenge

Southwestern Shifters: Reluctance

Southwestern Shifters: Renounced

Southern Spirits: A Subtle Breeze

Southern Spirits: When the Dead Speak

Southern Spirits: All of the Voices

Southern Spirits: Wait Until Dawn

Southern Spirits: Aftermath

Southern Spirits What Remains

Southern Spirits: Ascension

Southern Spirits: Whirlwind

Love in Xxchange: Rory’s Last Chance

Love in Xxchange: Miles To Go

Love in Xxchange: Bend

Love in Xxchange: What Matters Most

Love in Xxchange: Ex’s and O’s

Love in Xxchange: A Bit of Me

Love in Xxchange: A Bit of You

Love in Xxchange: In My Arms Tonight

Love in Xxchange: Where There’s a Will

Love in Xxchange: My Heart to Keep

Leopard’s Spots: Levi

Leopard’s Spots: Oscar

Leopard’s Spots: Timothy

Leopard’s Spots: Isaiah

Leopard’s Spots: Gilbert

Leopard’s Spots: Esau

Leopard’s Spots: Sullivan

Leopard’s Spots: Wesley

Leopard’s Spots: Nischal

Leopard’s Spots: Justice

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Mossy Glenn Ranch: Chaps and Hope

Mossy Glenn Ranch: Ropes and Dreams

Mossy Glenn Ranch: Saddles and Memories

Mossy Glenn Ranch: Fences and Freedom

Mossy Glenn Ranch: Riding and Regrets

Mossy Glenn Ranch: Broncs and Bullies

Mossy Glenn Ranch: Hay and Heartbreak

Spotless: Hide

Spotless: Hunt

Spotless: Home

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Coyote’s Call: Off Course

Coyote’s Call: In from the Cold

Valen’s Pack: Run with the Moon

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The Vamp for Me: My Life Without Garlic

The Vamp for Me: Don’t Stake My Life on It

Yes, Forever: Part One

Yes, Forever: Part Two

Yes, Forever: Part Three

Yes, Forever: Part Four

Yes, Forever: Part Five

What’s his Passion?: Unexpected Places

What’s his Passion?: Unexpected Moments