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Ringo's Ride
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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
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Ringo’s Ride
ISBN 9781419923630
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Ringo’s Ride Copyright © 2009 Regina Carlysle
Edited by Helen Woodall
Photographer and cover art by Les Byerley
Electronic book Publication August 2009
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R INGO S R IDE
Regina Carlysle
Dedication
To author Fran Lee, who understands the value of supporting her fellow writers.
You are a doll and I treasure your friendship and generosity.
Ringo’s Ride
Chapter One
Ringo Ramone raced through the hot Texas night as if someone had lit a fire under
his ass. He dodged rocks and prickly cactus, ignoring the heat that singed the pads of
his paws, too furious to notice. Rage beat at him until he practically shook with it. He
sniffed the ground in an effort to pick up the trail of the rogue lycans who’d stolen his
mate.
His mate!
Fuck!
He’d always suspected Rayne Poteet might be the one but he hadn’t wanted that.
For years he’d watched her from a distance, drawn to her sweetness, her beauty. He’d
slunk around in the shadows, fighting off the feelings that twisted tightly in his chest
every time she so much as spoke to him. He wasn’t an emotional man and didn’t plan
on changing for any she-wolf, not even Rayne. Besides, she was too good for the likes of
him. He was a motherless son of a rat-bastard traitor and that’s all he’d ever be.
The huge black wolf stopped and panted. How much ground had he covered since
leaving the ranch house to hunt down the men who’d taken her? Tonight they’d had a
barbecue for the town of Cloverfield. It had been a happy time and, Lord knew, he’d
seen too few of those in his many years. His alpha Joe McKinnon, and Quinn, the
daughter of their former alpha, were celebrating their Consummation Ceremony when
it all went down. Like a bunch of raving idiots, the males of the pack had been lured by
rogue lycans to the south pasture while others had circled back to the ranch to steal
away their unmated females.
Rayne!
She was his predestined mate. He hadn’t known it until tonight and then, in one
instant of stupidity, she’d been taken before he’d had time to absorb it all. Spotting a
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