WOLF SHADOW’S PROMISE — Excerpt #2 — Free Give-Away

Howdy!  And good day!

Here we are on another wonderful Tuesday and today I thought I’d post another excerpt from my latest release, WOLF SHADOW’S PROMISE — (I posted one release a few weeks ago).

The book, set in Montana, is about a man determined to save his people from the whiskey trade, which is killing his people (and the truth is, that the whiskey trade was doing just that at this time period in history).  So come on in, scroll on down and I hope you will enjoy the excerpt.  Oh, and before I forget, I will be giving away a free e-book of WOLF SHADOW’S PROMISE, so please do leave a comment.  Over to the right here are our Giveaway Guidelines — these govern (so to speak) our give-aways.  And don’t forget to check back Wednesday or Thursday night to see if you are a winner.  I really do count on you to do so.



Karen Kay

An Excerpt


“Come in, Little Brave Woman. The water is good, very, very good.”

Alys turned her head away from the man, her air dismissive. She heard his laugh and wondered what it might feel like to dunk him under that falling water. She felt certain it would bring her great relief.

She drew in a deep breath. She’d had no choice in accompanying him, of course.

She had watched him struggle toward the falls, had tried looking away, knowing he had exaggerated each and every falter in his step. Yet in the end, she had not been able to remain a simple observer.

She had come to his aid, had helped him through the tunnels and outside into the falls. She had even spied on him as he had undressed, much to her chagrin.

The flirt. He knew the effect he was having on her, seemed to relish in it.

“Hmmm. Feels good, this water,” he called to her again. “Are you certain you will not join me?”

“I am going to the house. I will come back here later and check on you.”

“What? And leave me here by myself?”

“Yes, and leave you here by yourself.”

“But what will you do if I fall? What if I need you to help me return to the cave?”

“You should have thought of that before you came here.”

“But I am thinking of it now. Can you really consider leaving me?”

“Very easily.”

A long silence befell them, and suddenly he was in front of her, dripping water all over her, with no more than a cloth covering his unmentionable parts. She stared up at him, shivers running up and down her spine. And it wasn’t from the cold: she didn’t need to be told twice how this man would look without that tiny bit of cloth covering him.

He said, “If you are not going to take advantage of the water, then I will dress and follow you back through the caves. But I think you are unwise to leave the bath, and me ready to attend your every—”

“Enough. Do you hear me? You have done nothing these past few days but bait me. And what do you mean, parading here in front of me with so little clothing on?”

“I am properly clothed.”

“I beg to differ. Do you think I don’t know what you look like without that…?” She felt a deep flush creeping up to her cheeks, saw a grin on his face. “How much of this do you think I can stand?”

“I do not know. A little too much in my opinion.”

“I am a friend. I am trying to help you recover from a gunshot wound. There is nothing more to it than that. This constant flirting with me must stop. Do you understand?”

“Me?” His look was comically innocent. “Flirting? What does this word mean?”

She frowned at him. He knew exactly what it meant. “You are impossible.”

“And yet I have only your good at heart.”

“Humph. I’m not so certain of that either.”

He smiled at her before, looking away, he suddenly frowned. “I think I am well enough to use some of my day in exercise.” He stole a glimpse toward the falls. “Have you heard any gossip about the whiskey schooners going north?”

“I…I haven’t asked.”

He sent her a hard look. “Would you…ask? I would know what is planned.”

“Why? You are not well enough to do anything about it. Not a thing.”

“I do not agree. Look you here to me. I am practically recovered.”

“So much so that you have needed my assistance to help you to your bath?”

He smirked. “That is different.”

“I hardly think so.”

He came down onto his knees before her, his dark eyes staring into hers, his look completely serious. “Would you please find out what you can? I cannot discover this on my own, for I cannot yet move about the fort with ease.”

“And you are in no shape to stage an attack on a whiskey schooner, even if there were any going north.”

“Still,” he persisted, “I must know.”

She hesitated, even while his dark eyes pleaded with her. She sighed, feeling as though she were putty in this man’s hands.  Though she knew she might come to regret it, she found herself saying, “Very well, I will do it, this once, but only after you are fully recovered. Do you understand?  Only then…”

He grinned. “And will you help me to recover?”

“Yes, I will try.”

“Aa, it is good.” He lifted one eyebrow. “And how will you help me, do you think? I have many ideas…”

She rolled her eyes heavenward.


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KAREN KAY aka GEN BAILEY is the multi-published author of American Indian Historical Romances. She has written for such prestigious publishers as AVON/HarperCollins, Berkley/Penguin/Putnam and Samhain Publishing. KAREN KAY’S great grandmother was Choctaw Indian and Kay is honored to be able to write about the American Indian Culture.
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29 thoughts on “WOLF SHADOW’S PROMISE — Excerpt #2 — Free Give-Away”

  1. Thank you for the excerpt. Karen. Whiskey has been the bane of many societies and is still causing problems today. Sadly the destruction of native peoples’ societies gave them little to fall back upon. With social structure, traditions, and self-government taken from them, many turned to whiskey to fill the void. I am sure there were those in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s who fought the destructive force of it like Wolf Shadow does in this story, but the struggle continues. The resurgence of native culture, language, and traditions is going a long way to help and give hope for the young generation coming up.

  2. What a wonderful post, Patricia. One other factor is a war with Native Culture and that is the drug problem, as well as alcohol nowadays. My heart weeps each time I think about it, for I’ve known people there who have ruined their lives because of these problems. Thanks so much for your insights.

  3. I wish I had your hopefulness, Patricia. My experience working with at-risk Lakota Sioux teens hasn’t shown great advances haven been made over the years, at least with those Lakotas on the Pine Ridge and Rosebud reservations. To check to see if my view was off, I looked for some articles.

    An alcoholism epidemic among the Lakota Sioux (Will revoking liquor licences make any difference?)

    With Alcoholism Rampant On Nearby Reservation, Nebraska Shuts Town’s Liquor Stores

    Friends of the Lakota Nation

    I admit I don’t know statistics on other Indian Nations (other than the Cherokee) but the Lakotas have always caught my heart and attention for the reasons listed in the articles: they’re the poorest of the poor and highly at risk for too many sad things.

      • Hi! My experience has been similar to yours Eliza. However, although the statistics are against them, I still find so much hope and inspiration and love on the reservations. I do believe that these people have sustained themselves despite a government (not the American people, but the corporational government) that has done as much as it could do to keep them down. What do you think?

      • What I learned from my Indian friends is that the response they receive from the gov’t depends primarily on the sitting President (and his cabinet). They told me Nixon was among the most helpful! I shudder to think of what’s happening now given current recorded reactions to all kinds of diversity and gender. What’s happening with the Bureau of Indian Affairs doesn’t make the headlines either, does it? But the BIA’s support and action does change with each administration.

        As for Indians on reservations, I’ve seen love and support for one another and pride in their heritage, too, but how much hope there is varies with individuals. It’s my experience that Indian pride puts on a good face for non-tribal members whenever it’s at all possible (unless alcoholism has too deep a grip).

      • Hi Eliza!

        Interesting info. In my opinion the Bureau of Land Management has alot to answer for. Seems that somewhere I researched out the Bureau of Land Management and found that many of the problems faced on the reservation stemmed directly from BLM. Just something that I found from research.

        Thanks for the interesting info.

  4. Substance abuse has been a devastating refuge for generations of native Americans for a variety of reasons. I don’t think the right approach to dealing with this problem has yet been found, and needs to be a multi pronged effort joining together elements of culture, society, education, encouragement and support.

    What I really appreciate about this excerpt is the humor sparkling through their exchange.

    • Oh, Karen, thank you so much for this. Little info: I edited this work very much before I put it out as an e-book. The rights for it were very recently returned to me.

      The thing that caught my attention by the end of the book was that the character of Wolf Shadow (or Moon Wolf) stayed with me for weeks — as though he had come alive for me.

      When I was doing work with the Blackfeet, I had the honor of knowing some real today heroes on that reservation. Much of Wolf Shadow’s personality is a combination of my husband and those heroes — I would name them, but I don’t have their permission. There are some really true this life heroes up there even to this day. Just thought I’d mention that.

  5. Great excerpt…thank you! I love your Native American novels, especially as my maternal Great-Grandmother was half-Cherokee.

    • Hi Cecilia!

      Thank you so much for your very gracious comments. I love the Cherokee. My Indian heritage is Choctaw — who lived close to the Cherokee. 🙂

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