Final Blow (Whispering Winds 5)

By Havan Fellows

Mick Rutger is a happy-go-lucky type of guy and he likes it that way. Now that Rowe has finally opened up to him, he has hope for their future together. But when feelings of hatred and rage overrule Mick's happiness, he doesn't know how to cope. Unaccustomed to such hostile emotions, his mind closes off to the outside world in a drastic measure of protection.

Rowen Smithe fought his demons and escaped the darkness, prepared to start living again with Mick, the man who helped free his soul and stole his heart. Unfortunately, the darkness won't be ignored so easily now that it has found a new target.

If Rowen truly loves Mick...if Mick honestly wants Rowen...both men will have to battle the darkness one more time and trust that their sanity won't be lost forever.

Book 5 in the Whispering Winds series
Book 23 in Pulp Friction collection (including bonus books)

About Pulp Friction 2014
Laura Harner ~ Lee Brazil ~ Havan Fellows ~ T.A. Webb

The Pulp Friction 2014 Collection. Four authors. Four Series. Twenty books. One fiery finale. Spend a year with an eclectic group of strangers brought together through circumstances, as they are tested by life, and emerge as more than friends.

The strongest bonds are forged by fire, cooled in air, smoothed by water, grounded in earth.

Although each series can stand alone, we believe reading the books in the order they are released will increase your enjoyment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Havan Fellows
• Release date: Sep 13, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310985195

Havan Fellows

I annoy, love, respect, scare, seduce, hurt, anger, infatuate, frustrate, flatter, envy, amuse and tolerate everyone. I just do it better in writing thanks to a little thing called...edits. Okay no, seriously...I'm a simple minded person who enjoys the escape from real life through a book. I write with the group Story Orgy and hope to continue doing so for a long time. I also am privileged to be with the Pulp Friction writers creating intermingling books in a world all our own. And just like every other red blooded human – I love hearing from people. So feel free to drop me a line – whether it's a comment on my blog, an email, a tweet or you track me down on FaceBook or Google + ... it's easy to catch someone who wants to be caught.

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Mick Rutger is a happy-go-lucky type of guy and he likes it that way. Now that Rowe has finally opened up to him, he has hope for their future together. But when feelings of hatred and rage overrule Mick's happiness, he doesn't know how to cope. Unaccustomed to such hostile emotions, his mind closes off to the outside world in a drastic measure of protection.

Rowen Smithe fought his demons and escaped the darkness, prepared to start living again with Mick, the man who helped free his soul and stole his heart. Unfortunately, the darkness won't be ignored so easily now that it has found a new target.

If Rowen truly loves Mick…if Mick honestly wants Rowen…both men will have to battle the darkness one more time and trust that their sanity won't be lost forever.

Pulp Friction presents

Whispering Winds: V

Final Blow

by

Havan Fellows

Copyright © October 2014 by Havan Fellows

Published in the United States of America

Acknowledgements

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, locations, incidents and positions are completely and absolutely a part of the author's skewed imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, businesses, events or locales are entirely coincidental and maybe a little bit freaky.

Cover photograph © Nanette Grebe – DollarPhotoClub.com

Cover by Laura Harner

Editing by Jae Ashley

All rights are reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical or otherwise, is forbidden without express written permission of the publisher/author. So please be good, good is fun.

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Netflix: Netflix, Inc.

PETA: People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, Inc.

Transformers: Hasbro, Inc.

And now…for your reading enjoyment…

Final Blow

Chapter One

They were running again. Mick had no problem keeping up with Rowen this time, considering the man had an ironclad grip on his wrist and seemingly didn't plan to let it go anytime soon. God, didn't they get enough of running through these damn woods?

The hairs on the back of Mick's neck stood up, and he knew their stalker was close. Watching them, toying with them, driving them through the woods at his pace and enjoying his power over them.

This had to stop.

Rowen… The word came out broken thanks to Mick's lack of breath. I can't…I'm sorry, but I can't.

The now eerily familiar small pop echoed through the woods, and Mick knew the shooter had finally taken aim. He chanced a quick turnaround and—maybe his imagination played tricks on him—but he swore he saw the bullet racing through the air. The little piece of metal plunged into his chest, the pain radiated immediately through every nerve ending he had, and he went from holding Rowen's hand, running, to whipping around and landing in a pile of dried leaves, barely breathing.

Using the last of his strength, Mick rolled over onto his back. Rowen stood over him, looking down. Their eyes met and Mick couldn't decipher the expression Rowe gave him.

Sorrow? Anger? Disappointment?

At this point, did it really matter? The intensity of the pain flowing through his body faded to a light throb, and he knew his minutes had turned into mere seconds. Not enough time to apologize to Rowen, to explain that, even though he loved the man with everything he had, fear paralyzed him, not allowing his love to win the battle raging within him.

Heavy footsteps crunched over the forest floor to Mick's right. The killer was there. Oh god, he would shoot Rowen next and Mick couldn't help him.

Mick's breath hitched, something wet and sticky ran from the corner of his mouth down his cheek to plop heavily on the dirt ground next to him. He fought for one more breath so he could