{"id":8115,"date":"2011-08-01T01:43:56","date_gmt":"2011-08-01T06:43:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/\/?p=8115"},"modified":"2011-07-30T21:47:26","modified_gmt":"2011-07-31T02:47:26","slug":"wolfsbane-by-ronie-kendig","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.daysongreflections.com\/?p=8115","title":{"rendered":"Wolfsbane by Ronie Kendig"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>It is time for a FIRST Wild Card Tour<\/a><\/strong><\/span> book review! If you wish to join the FIRST blog alliance, just click the button. We are a group of reviewers who tour Christian books. A Wild Card post includes a brief bio of the author and a full chapter from each book toured. The reason it is called a FIRST Wild Card Tour is that you never know if the book will be fiction, non~fiction, for young, or for old…or for somewhere in between! Enjoy your free peek into the book!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

You never know when I might play a wild card on you!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Today’s Wild Card author is: <\/strong><\/div>\n

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Ronie Kendig<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

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and the book:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

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Wolfsbane, Discarded Heroes #3<\/a><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Barbour Books; Discarded Heroes edition (July 1, 2011)<\/p>\n

***Special thanks to Camy Tang and Ronie Kendig for sending me a review copy.***<\/p>\n

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

\"\"<\/a>Ronie Kendig grew up an Army brat, married a veteran, and they now have four children. She has a BS in Psychology, speaks to various groups, volunteers with the American Christian Fiction Writers (ACFW), and mentors new writers. Nightshade, Discarded Heroes #1, has earned recognition as a finalist in Christian Retailing’s 2011 Retailer’s Choice Awards as a finalist and with The Christian Manifesto’s 2010 Lime Award for Excellence in Fiction. Ronie lives in the Dallas\/Ft Worth her family and their pets, Daisy, a Golden Retriever and Helo, the Maltese Menace.<\/p>\n

Visit the author’s website<\/a>.<\/p>\n

SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:<\/span> <\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n

\"\"<\/a>Embark upon a danger-laden mission within the pages of Ronie Kendig\u2019s riveting Wolfsbane. Demolitions expert Danielle Roark thought escaping from a brutal Venezuelan general was a challenge. Now she\u2019s charged with espionage and returned to the jungle where a new nightmare begins. Will Dani survive or become just another political pawn destined to be lost forever? Former Green Beret Canyon Metcalfe is disgusted with the suits on Capitol Hill. Still wrestling with the memories of a mission gone bad, he and Nightshade launch a mission to find Dani. Can Canyon rescue Dani, armed with nothing but raw courage?<\/p>\n

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Product Details:<\/p>\n

List Price: $12.99
\nPaperback: 352 pages
\nPublisher: Barbour Books; Discarded Heroes edition (July 1, 2011)
\nLanguage: English
\nISBN-10: 1602607842
\nISBN-13: 978-1602607842<\/p>\n

AND NOW…THE FIRST CHAPTER:<\/span> <\/strong>
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The Invitation<\/p>\n

Judicial Building, Virginia Beach<\/p>\n

Blood dripped into his left eye.<\/p>\n

No. Not blood. Sweat. Hands tight against his hips and fists balled, Captain Canyon Metcalfe blinked away the sting. Another salty drop slid down his temple. Eyes ahead, he focused on his reflection in the massive mirror. Between it and him sat an eight-foot table harboring a panel of three Army investigators from Criminal Investigation Command sent for his one-year evaluation. More like interrogation. And he knew they weren\u2019t legit. Nobody got a review once they were out. This wasn\u2019t about legitimacy. This was about them insuring he\u2019d kept his mouth shut.<\/p>\n

Canyon watched his reflection as a bead skidded over his forehead and nose. Felt warm and moderately sticky. So much like. . .<\/p>\n

It\u2019s not blood. Not blood.<\/p>\n

\u201cCaptain, do you have anything to add?\u201d Major Hartwicke lifted the inches-thick file in her manicured hands and stared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou understand, Captain, if you reveal anything about what has happened here, you will face a full court-martial and dishonorable discharge.\u201d<\/p>\n

The voice from twenty-one months ago forged his response. \u201cNo, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

Behind the one-way mirror a ghost of a shape shifted. Or was that a shadow? No, he was pretty sure he\u2019d seen the human outline. So, there were more eyes monitoring this so-called review. They\u2019re testing me. No surprise. As a matter of fact, he\u2019d expected them to drag him out of bed in the middle of the night, haul him into the woods, and try to beat a confession out of him.<\/p>\n

Innocence didn\u2019t matter. Justice didn\u2019t matter.<\/p>\n

Only one thing mattered: silence.<\/p>\n

Hartwicke pushed her chair back from the table and stood. \u201cCaptain, I don\u2019t understand.\u201d She motioned to the two investigators with her. \u201cWe\u2019ve told you the CID believes there is enough. . .ambiguity in the charges and proceedings from thirteen March of last year to question the guilty verdict.\u201d She tilted her head. \u201cIn fact, this panel believes you may be innocent.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are not innocent in this brutal crime, Captain Metcalfe. No matter your role, you are guilty. As the officer in charge, you bear that responsibility. Do you understand?\u201d<\/p>\n

The eyes of the government held no boundaries. They saw everything. Knew everything. One way or another. Always waiting to throw him away for good. Just as they\u2019d done with the villagers.<\/p>\n

Her shoes scritched against the cement floor as she stepped nearer. \u201cWhy are you doing this?\u201d she whispered. \u201cWhy would you throw away your career?\u201d<\/p>\n

Throw away his career? Was she kidding? It\u2019d been ripped from his bloodied hands in a colossal mistake twenty-four months ago. Canyon ground his teeth together. Do not look at her; do not respond. She didn\u2019t deserve a response if she thought this was his choice.<\/p>\n

A chair squawked, snapping his gaze to the second investigator who moved from behind the table, his gaze locked on Canyon. What did they want from him? He\u2019d kept the dirty little secret. Lived with it. Relived it night after painful night. Living when she died.<\/p>\n

Brown eyes cut off his visual escape. \u201cCaptain Metcalfe,\u201d Major Rubart said in a low, controlled voice. \u201cI don\u2019t know what they\u201d\u2014he rolled his eyes to the side to indicate the one-way mirror\u2014\u201ctold you or what they used against you as a threat in retaliation for talking, but I think you know something.\u201d<\/p>\n

Despite his every effort not to, Canyon looked at the mirror.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know the truth about that fateful night, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

The words yanked his eyes to Rubart\u2019s. Did this officer really want the truth? Or was this another test? What Canyon wouldn\u2019t do to tell, to right the wrong, to relieve the burden. . . But that\u2019s just what they wanted him to do\u2014relieve his mind and prove they were right, that he could be coerced into talking. That he was weak.<\/p>\n

He flicked his attention back to the glass and the shadow moving behind it.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou disappoint me, Captain.\u201d Air swirled cold and unfeeling as Rubart eased away. \u201cYour sister says you\u2019ve not been the same since you returned from that mission.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy sister puts her mouth before her brain.\u201d And for that, Canyon would have a long talk with Willow.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you understand what your silence means?\u201d A bitter edge dug into Rubart\u2019s words as he glared at Canyon, who stared through the man.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat I understand is that you\u2019ve abused a relationship with my impressionable sister to extract information for the military.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rubart\u2019s lips tightened. \u201cYour silence means the people of Tres Kruces receive no justice.\u201d<\/p>\n

The thick-bladed words sliced through Canyon\u2019s heart.<\/p>\n

Quiet tension tightened the air.<\/p>\n

\u201cWillow says you\u2019ve wanted to be a Green Beret since you were twelve.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTen.\u201d Canyon bit his tongue on the automatic correction. He wouldn\u2019t do this. Wouldn\u2019t cave under the pressure. He\u2019d endured far worse.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow can you let them rip it from you? Everything you love and worked for with blood, sweat, and tears?\u201d After several slow, calming breaths, Rubart gave a single nod. \u201cEnough evidence exists to open a full investigation that could reinstate you with full honors, full rank. Just give us one word, one inclination that you\u2019ll work with us, and it\u2019ll be as if you never left.\u201d<\/p>\n

Everything in Canyon wanted that back. Wanted the career he\u2019d felt called to, the adrenaline rush of battle, the humanitarian work of helping villages after a tragedy or an insurgency. . .<\/p>\n

Screams howled through the fires. He glanced back. Where was she? How had they gotten separated? He spun, searching the debris and crackling embers.<\/p>\n

A scream behind him.<\/p>\n

He pivoted. Two feminine forms raced into a hut. \u201cNo,\u201d he shouted. \u201cNot in\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

BOOM!<\/p>\n

His body lifted, flipped as he sailed through the taunting flames and grieving ashes.<\/p>\n

\u201cCaptain?\u201d<\/p>\n

Canyon blinked back to Major Rubart.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust give us some indication you\u2019ll help. We\u2019ll mete out the details later. Just don\u2019t let it go at this. You know this is wrong. Don\u2019t let them win.\u201d<\/p>\n

Irritation clawed its way up Canyon\u2019s spine, burrowing into his resolve. He saw through the tactic. \u201cAre we done, sir?\u201d<\/p>\n

Rubart\u2019s cheek twitched. \u201cYou\u2019re going to walk away?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn a three-to-one decision, you are hereby discharged. Your actions will be mentioned in limited detail in our final report to the congressional oversight committee. Should you speak openly about this again, you will find yourself in a federal prison for the rest of your life. Do you understand the ruling, Captain Metcalfe?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI cannot express this enough\u2014this favor we are extending you will be revoked completely if you ever again speak of Tres Kruces.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCaptain?\u201d<\/p>\n

He met Rubart\u2019s gaze evenly. \u201cDecision\u2019s been made.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t mean that.\u201d Hartwicke\u2019s voice pitched. \u201cThink\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDismissed, Captain,\u201d the third investigator barked from his chair at the table.<\/p>\n

Canyon saluted, then pivoted and strode out. He punched open the door. As he stomped across the parking lot, he wrangled himself free of the dress jacket. He jerked open the door of his black Camaro and snatched off the beret. Flung it into the car. Slammed the door shut. Shuffled and kicked the wheel.<\/p>\n

Voices behind pushed him into the car. Letting the roar of the engine echo the one in his head, he peeled away from the curb. Screaming tires fueled his fury. He accelerated. First gear. Second. He sped down the streets. Third. Raced out of Fort Story as fast as he could. He shifted into fourth.<\/p>\n

They\u2019d stolen everything from him. What did he have now? The last twelve months had been a futile attempt to plaster meaning to the disaster of a thing called life. Can\u2019t serve. What was the point? They had him on an invisible leash. Shame trailed him like the dust on the roads.<\/p>\n

As he rounded a corner, a light glinted\u2014yellow. Speed up or slow down?<\/p>\n

Slow down? I don\u2019t think so.<\/p>\n

Canyon slammed into fifth and pressed the accelerator. The Camaro lunged toward the intersection. A blur of red swept over his sunroof as he sailed through and cleared it.<\/p>\n

Ahead, a sign beckoned him to First Landing State Park. The beach. Something inside him leapt.<\/p>\n

Sirens wailed.<\/p>\n

He glanced in the rearview mirror and growled. Banged the steering wheel. One more violation and he\u2019d lose his license. Two seconds of fantasy had him on his bike screaming off into the sunset.<\/p>\n

Yeah. Right. A high-speed chase. Wouldn\u2019t his mother love that? She\u2019d give him that disappointed look, and in it, he\u2019d read the hidden message\u2014\u201cwhat would your father have said?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dad.<\/p>\n

His foot hit the brake. He eased the gears down and brought the car to a stop along the pylons that led to the beach. Less than a mile out, blue waters twinkled at him.<\/p>\n

He eyed the mirror as a state trooper pulled in behind him. Lights awhirl, the car sat like a sand spider ready to strike.<\/p>\n

Canyon roughed a hand over his face. This was it. Career gone. License gone. He gave his all for his country, and all of it had been systematically disassembled in the last two years.<\/p>\n

Hands on the steering wheel, he let the call of the Gulf tease his senses. He should\u2019ve taken a swim instead of unleashing his anger on the road. He was a medic. He knew better than to endanger lives. How stupid could he get?<\/p>\n

What was taking so long?<\/p>\n

He glanced back to the mirror, only. . .nothing.<\/p>\n

Huh? Canyon looked over his shoulder. Where. . .?<\/p>\n

An engine roared to the left. A Black Chrysler 300M slid past him with a white-haired old man inside.<\/p>\n

But where was the cop? Again, he double-checked his six.<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t look a gift horse in the mouth.<\/p>\n

With more care and attention this time, he pulled back onto the road and drove to the ocean. He parked and stared at the caress of the waters against the sand that lured him out of the Camaro and to the warm sand. Rolling up his sleeves, he made his way down the beach.<\/p>\n

On a stone retaining wall he stood and watched a couple of surfers ride a wave. Canyon squatted. Hands fisted against his forehead he struggled through Rubart\u2019s promise\u2014they\u2019d give him his career back if he ratted out the very people who\u2019d made the nightmare go away.<\/p>\n

He wanted to. Wanted to set the record straight. Knew they\u2019d done wrong, but blowing this thing open meant they\u2019d pin every drop of blood and blame on his shoulders. He\u2019d go down in a blaze of disgrace. It was bad enough he\u2019d had to tell his mom he was put out of the military for \u201cmedical\u201d reasons. She didn\u2019t buy it. She was smarter. But she didn\u2019t press him.<\/p>\n

Maybe. . .maybe he should let the panel dig into the tsunami-sized disaster and find the truth.<\/p>\n

But he couldn\u2019t. They\u2019d promised to make his life a living hell.<\/p>\n

That happened anyway. Everything that felt right and just died. Just like her.<\/p>\n

Canyon closed his eyes against the pull of memories and allowed his mind to drift. To everything he felt for her. To all the things he\u2019d done wrong, could\u2019ve done better.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m sorry.<\/p>\n

Lot of good that did. She died.<\/p>\n

He hopped off the wall and strolled to where the waters stroked the sand. He let out a long breath and ran a hand over the back of his longer-than-normal hair. He\u2019d tried to leave the tragedy behind. Move on. But who could move on after something like that? Even the government was scared of Tres Kruces. Nice PR disaster with the whole world as witnesses.<\/p>\n

Canyon drew out the small vial. Shouldn\u2019t do this. The back pain was gone. The heart pain permanent. He popped two pills into his mouth and swallowed.<\/p>\n

His hand closed around the Emerson in his pocket. Canyon drew it out and eyed the gleaming metal. He\u2019d used it to cut her tethers the first night his team had come up on the backwater village. Flipping the blade to the ground, he tamped down the fireball in his gut. He saved her that night only to end up killing her thirteen months later.<\/p>\n

She was gone. His career was gone. The government had a shackle around his neck. What was there to live for?<\/p>\n

He retrieved it and swiped the sand from the blade on his rolled cuffs. The silver glinted against his forearm. He pressed the metal against his flesh. Wouldn\u2019t be the first attempt. Maybe he\u2019d succeed this time. Drew it along his arm\u2014<\/p>\n

\u201cNever did understand how they stand up on a piece of wood.\u201d<\/p>\n

Canyon jerked at the deep voice. He returned his Emerson to his pocket and eyed the old man a few feet away. Looked like the same man from the 300 earlier. What was he saying? Something about wood. . .?<\/p>\n

Canyon followed the man\u2019s gaze to the water, the surfers. Ah. Surfboards. \u201cThey\u2019re not wood.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPolyurethane and fiberglass or cloth. Depends on the board.\u201d He might be off-kilter, but he wasn\u2019t stupid. The man had a military cut and bearing. \u201cWhat\u2019s your game?\u201d<\/p>\n

A slow smile quirked the face lined with age. White hair rustled under the tease of a salty breeze. \u201cRecycling soldiers.\u201d<\/p>\n

Why wouldn\u2019t they leave him alone? Believe he\u2019d keep his trap shut when he said he\u2019d keep his trap shut? \u201cSorry, I don\u2019t have anything to say.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, that was quite apparent.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hesitation stopped Canyon from trudging back to his car. This man had been at his evaluation? Where. . .? \u201cYou were behind the mirror.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhile you said little, your actions said much more, Captain Metcalfe.\u201d<\/p>\n

A knot formed in his gut. \u201cIn case you missed the point, I\u2019m no longer a captain. Go back to your leeches and tell them I\u2019m done.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs your career worth cutting your wrists, Captain?\u201d<\/p>\n

The knot tightened. \u201cMy career was everything,\u201d he ground out. \u201cIt\u2019s who I am.\u201d He swallowed. \u201cWas.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d The man smiled. \u201cYou wanted to finish what your father started.\u201d<\/p>\n

A blaze scorched his chest. \u201cWho are you? What do you know about my father?\u201d Who did this guy think he was?<\/p>\n

\u201cMajor Owen Metcalfe lost his life trying to free his spec-ops team from a POW camp during Vietnam.\u201d<\/p>\n

Canyon jerked his attention back to the water. Focused on the undulating waves. The way they rolled in, rolled out. Just like breathing. In. . .out. . . \u201cHow. . .how do you know about my father?\u201d The only reason Canyon knew was because the government tried to use it against him in his trial.<\/p>\n

Slowly, the man turned toward him, his smile growing.<\/p>\n

Only then did Canyon recognize him. \u201cGeneral Lambert.\u201d He took a step back. \u201cI didn\u2019t. . . You\u2019re out of uniform.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, thank goodness. I\u2019ve put on a few pounds since they issued the last uniform.\u201d Lambert laughed and pointed. \u201cWalk with me, Captain.\u201d<\/p>\n

What possessed Canyon to indulge him, he didn\u2019t know. But he found himself walking the quiet beach, curious that the general would seek him out. Was it yet another trap?<\/p>\n

\u201cSo that you will understand me, I have read the full file on Tres Kruces.\u201d<\/p>\n

Of course. He\u2019d fallen right into the general\u2019s trap, hadn\u2019t he? \u201cThis conversation is over.\u201d He pivoted and started back to his car.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf my memory serves me correctly, the vote was three to one.\u201d<\/p>\n

Canyon hesitated. Cursed himself for hesitating. Just walk away. That\u2019s what they\u2019d done to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat would you say the value of that single dissenter is worth?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing. I still lost my career, everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat if that dissenter held the power to change everything? What would you say it was worth then?\u201d<\/p>\n

Eyeballing the man, Canyon tried to think past his drumming pulse. \u201cMy life.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lambert grinned. Nodded. \u201cGood. . .good.\u201d<\/p>\n

Good? How could he say that? What use was a dissenter now anyway? But that unflappable grin and knowing eyes\u2014this man knew something.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou.\u201d Canyon stumbled back as if hit by a squall. \u201cIt was you. You were the dissenter.\u201d He slid a hand over his head and neck. \u201cGeneral, I\u2014 It has to stay buried. Or I go down hard and fast. I\u2019m not playing with this fire.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hands in his pockets, Lambert smiled up at him. \u201cI am not here in any official capacity related to the U.S. government.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dare he hope that this nightmare was over?<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you like working as a physical therapist?\u201d<\/p>\n

Canyon shrugged. \u201cNot bad. It\u2019s work. I help people.\u201d He hated it.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what\u2019s important to you, helping people, is it not?\u201d When Canyon shrugged again, Lambert continued. \u201cThought so. I have a proposition for you, Captain. One that will get you back in your game.\u201d<\/p>\n

Wariness crowded out hope. \u201cWhat game is that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe one you do best. The one that allows you to serve your country, use the medic skills crucial to saving lives, and be part of a winning team.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey benched me, said I was done, no more or they\u2019d\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you say?\u201d<\/p>\n

A wild, irregular cadence pounded in his chest. \u201cI\u2019m ready to get off the bench.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\"\"<\/a>MY REVIEW:<\/strong><\/p>\n

If you were to ask, I would probably tell you that I enjoy almost all Christian fiction; however military adventures would definitely not rank at the top of my preferred list. One major exception would be anything written by Ronie Kendig. Since her books first hit the bookstores, I have been privileged to read and review each of them and they just keep getting better. I must agree with many other reviewers who say that Wolfsbane<\/a> is the best one yet.<\/p>\n

This book is almost nonstop action, adventure, and suspense from page one. Any pause in the breakneck plot is probably necessary to allow the reader to catch a breath. Wolfsbane<\/a> is one of those stories that grabs you and pulls you right in to the point that you feel a part of it. I made the mistake of starting the book shortly before bedtime even though I had a full blown sinus\/ear infection complete with fever. What little sleep I got that night was filled with bizarre dreams that came right off the pages of the book – not my most restful night. But I was hooked and finished the rest of the book before another day passed.<\/p>\n

Wolfsbane<\/a> is another narrative about the lives of the members of Nightshade, a highly secret special ops military group. Taking place in the jungles of Venezuela, this mission features former Green Beret Canyon Metcalfe and demolitions expert Danielle Roark. Although thoroughly traumatized by what she has already experienced, Dani instantly recognizes Canyon as a man she can trust. Determined not to get emotionally involved, Canyon nevertheless vows to protect Dani from more harm at all costs.<\/p>\n

Kendig’s writing is superb. Her characters are REAL – they are flawed, they make big mistakes, they even fail, but they get back up and try again because they care about each other, their country, and what they do. The plot itself is so believable that I could almost believe that the author had experienced it herself. Wolfsbane<\/a> has enough action and adventure to satisfy most men and enough handsome heroes and romance for women. Even though it is a military action\/suspense, the story is so character driven that it is a wonderful read for everyone.<\/p>\n

So before I add so many superlatives that one might think the author is paying me for the review, just run down to your nearest bookstore and buy a copy asap. You probably won’t regret it and may become as hooked on Ronie’s books as I am.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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