Mike Dufrane fled a traumatic youth, hard years haunted by an abusive biker father, poverty and degradation, by escaping into the military. There he found only more savage violence. Then a chance encounter with an animal rescue group showed him another way. On an Indian reservation in the southwest, he finds a place to make a difference. Rez Dogs Rescue Shelter will be his route to build a positive life. Then a handsome Native American rides up on a Harley and throws Mike’s plans for a loop.<br><br>Adam was not there when his kid brother needed guidance and a firm hand. Back from two tours with Special Forces, he starts a youth center on the Rez to try to atone for his error but he cannot give up his Harley or his image as one bad ass biker. When an outsider starts a shelter for abused and neglected dogs, Adam initially finds it ludicrous but then recognizes a purpose similar to his own. However, the stranger seems to fear or hate bikers and is reluctant to begin a friendship. When crime and danger threaten both their projects, they have to join forces to prevail and suppressed attraction bursts into flame.

Rez Dogs and Scooter Trash

As if he felt Adam’s intent stare, he looked up. “I think she’s going to be all right. The wounds are a few days old and already starting to heal. I’d say she tangled with a coyote or even a couple of them, but somehow got away. Maybe someone drove up and they spooked. I’ll give her some antibiotics and gradually up her food and water intake to be sure she has enough milk for the pups. I can start them on puppy food in a couple of weeks, too. This is my first rescue. I’m pretty psyched!”


Such enthusiasm was contagious. Adam had to answer Mike’s grin with one of his own.


“How did you get into this shit, anyway?” Even as he asked, he could see the shutters drop behind Mike’s eyes as the grin faded. Oh shit, I stumbled into something that’s touchy and none of my business. He had time to suck in a fast breath before Mike framed a non-committal answer.


Chapter 8