Thursday, May 29, 2014

M.J. Wilson “Animal Angel”

M.J Wilson
"Animal Angel"
Released: 20 May 2014

One moment can change the direction we believe our life’s path should take. The loss of a parent. An illness leaving you unable to have children. These are things we never plan for and yet they happen. Mavis Frost didn’t foresee any of these things at only nineteen years old, and yet this was her fate. Emotionally she shut down and felt unworthy of love, isolating herself from the possibility of a relationship. Her energy went into saving as many dogs as she could at her rescue, where all it took to receive love was a good belly rub.

As the years past she accepted her life alone and her joy came from her work. Until the day Detective Weston Speier bursts through her rescues door and falls at her feet. Will this improbable man succeed in reaching through her carefully constructed walls, where all others have failed? Or, will her hostile demeanor leave him wondering if the odds against him are insurmountable. 
About the Author:

Mary Jane Wilson lives on the Georgia side of Lookout Mountain, the natural beauty there fuels her love of the outdoors. Her time is divided between writing stories, hiking with her two dogs, and working with her horse. She also sits on the board of a local non-profit dedicated to reducing the overpopulation of dogs and cats by offering spay/neuter assistance and education.

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A loud crash from outside brought Mavis's attention away from the adoption application she was reviewing. The springs on the office chair creaked as she leaned back, craning her neck to see around the reception counter. The trashcans slammed against the front of the building. She jumped, tossing her pen in the air. The back of her chair over tilted. Her arms flung wide to regain her balance, and her neck jarred as the chair slammed into the upright position. On the other side of the closed door, a deep voice was letting loose with a stream of muffled expletives.

"Good night," Stella said as she breezed through the door separating the dog kennels from the adoption reception area. The overhead lights danced in the gray highlights of her otherwise black hair. "I was out with the dogs for playtime and could hear the commotion from the other side of the building. What in the world?"

"I have no idea," Mavis said, groaning as she bent over to pick up her pen. She tossed it onto the desk before walking around to join Stella in front of the raised counter. The voice was loud enough to carry a few choice words into the reception area, and the dialect became clearer the closer it came to the front door.

"What do you think that word means?" Stella asked, catching the end word of the man's rant.

"New one to me. I'll do an Internet search later." Mavis sighed as she started for the door to end their curiosity.

It flew open, and she stumbled backward when a man tumbled onto the floor, engaging in what looked like a tug of war with a dog. His sports jacket hung amiss, covered in what she hoped was mud, and his khaki slacks were a wrinkled mess. The man was spread-eagled on the floor and still managed to have a quality that made her want to study his features. Mavis admired his deep chestnut-colored hair, cut in a kempt crew style, and the way it framed his perfectly chiseled, square jawline.

Mavis and Stella stood frozen in bemusement at the scene unfolding before their eyes.

"Well, you don't have that fall at your feet often," Stella said in a hushed voice.

Mavis glanced at her, speechless, not sure if she should thank the Lord for answering her prayers by dropping this near-perfect physical specimen at her feet, or repent for whatever sin she'd committed to earn this punishment after vowing to lead a solitary life.

"Miserable mutt," he mumbled, struggling with the catchpole around what appeared to be an immensely unhappy brindle colored pit bull's neck. Scrambling to his feet, he tried to drag the dog the rest of the way through the doorway. The dog bolted forward, knocking him backward onto his butt, and raced past him farther into the room.


  1. Every time I see this cover, I smile. This is the next book on my TBR list. Just love it!

  2. I was looking at the blurb at Amazon and the following mistake jumped out at me: "As the years past she accepted . . . " I just want to be helpful and let you know that I think you meant: "As the years passed she accepted . . ." I know that past/passed is tricky, and I always have to stop and think about which to use. Of course, you could just avoid the whole issue with something like, "As the years went by . . ." I know Amazon customers can be quite particular, and I don't want you to lose sales over such a little thing.