Chasing Victory is my debut
novel which was recently released at the end of March. It is a paranormal,
romantic suspense and the first book in The Winters Sisters Series. There is a
thread that runs through this series, and that is to portray my love of the
Doberman. I have owned and loved this amazing breed for thirty years and truly
believe they are a breed unto themselves. Their intelligence, commitment,
dedication, tenacity, and unconditional love can only be experienced by living
with this great animal.
As I began writing my first
draft of Chasing Victory, Dax weighed heavily on my mind. It was that moment I
decided dobermans would be part of the Winters sisters family and each sister
would have their own dog.
The Doberman on the cover of
Chasing Victory is Dax. The picture was taken over ten years ago by my friend
Denise. Dax and my husband, Ralph were a team unto themselves --
Am/Int'l Ch. Starlaine's Virtual Reality, CD, NA, NAJ,
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‘DAX’
1995 – 2002
In the year of acquiring his
Companion Dog title (CD), Dax was the Doberman Pinscher Club of America’s
(DPCA), Highest Scoring Dog earning a CD and placed first in his class at the
DPCA National. He also placed first in his class in agility at the DPCA
National. He was the first in his litter to achieve an AKC breed championship,
and the first to be awarded a DPCA Register of Merit. In 2001 Dax was tied for
the number 3 Novice Doberman in the US for Agility in Front and Finish
Magazine. Two months after we lost him, we learned that he was rated number 6
doberman in AKC Novice Agility.
About JoAnne Jaytanie:
Joanne was born and raised in Sherburne, New
York, a quaint village surrounded by dairy farms and rolling hills. From the
moment she could read she wanted to explore the world. During her college years
she slowly crept across the country, stopping along the way in Oklahoma,
California, and finally Washington State, which she now proudly calls home. She
lives with her husband and Dobermans, in their home located on the Kitsap
Peninsula with a panoramic view of the Olympic Mountains.
Joanne writes paranormal, romantic suspense. She
loves writing about the twists and turns of her character’s lives and the
trouble they find themselves involved in, coupled with building an everlasting
relationship. She enjoys a wide variety of books including paranormal,
suspense, thriller, and most of all romance.
Joanne
is a member of Romance Writers of America, and an active member of Debbie
Macomber’s home chapter, Peninsula Romance Writers, where she currently serves
as the President.
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Chasing Victory, Published by Books To
Go Now, March 2013
Chasing
Victory Blurb:
Doctor Doolittle in female form creates
X-Men on steroids. Murder, kidnapping, and blackmail follow as world-renowned
geneticist Victory Winters is forced to pursue her research on canine DNA.
Victory is kidnapped and taken to a satellite facility of Biotec, owned by a
shadow conglomerate known as The Kaleidoscope Group. To her horror she is
presented with human test subjects, two military men who have been injected
with this foreign DNA.
Tristan Farraday is a naval officer assigned
to a clandestine division of the armed forces, known as SOCOM; Special
Operations Command. His primary goal is to expose the players behind a plot to
create indestructible soldiers and to secure this research at all costs.
Victory is suspicious and untrusting of
Tristan because their initial friendship was built on lies. However, she
realizes that in order to save herself and her family she will need his help,
and Tristan goes undercover as her research assistant. Working together they
fight to save the men injected with the foreign DNA. While inside the Biotec
compound Tristan attempts to contact Wyatt telepathically, but is unable to
reach him due to a hi-tech security grid. Tristan stumbles upon the fact that
Victory has her own telepathic abilities, along with a rare gift of being an
amplifier–someone who enhances others’ abilities. Victory is not aware nor does
she believe that she possess these abilities. They rebuild their friendship,
and as the danger surrounding them escalates, the passion between the two
ignites.
Excerpt
from Chasing Victory:
“Yeah, well there goes our only real
lead.” Tristan hissed while taking in his surroundings, trying to get a read on
what had taken place. “There it is again.”
“What?” Wyatt answered.
“Shhh,” Tristan responded. “I’m not
talking to you.”
Flaring his nostrils widely to fill his lungs
with the odors surrounding him, Tristan took in several deep breaths, each time
filling his lungs more deeply. He closed his eyes and focused on his breathing.
The scent from a person will travel in the wind forming a scent cone; these
scents are picked up by bloodhounds, and Tristan. He had caught that same scent
while tracking Jeffery through the forest. He knew Jeffery’s scent and that
wasn’t the only scent cone he was detecting.
Old Spice and sweat, accompanied with
the distinct odor of cigarette smoke still lingered, along with scents that
were uniquely human, stress and testosterone. These stenches littered the area,
and underneath them all, the strong scent of cordite given off by the gun and
the blood soaked ground. It was highly possible that those were the scents of
Jeffery’s killers. He turned slightly to his right and picked up another scent
cone. It was weak, but it was there. Without thinking he moved with his eyes
still closed, off towards the right. Lavender and chamomile. Someone else was
here, a woman. By the weakness of her fragrance, Tristan surmised that she
could not have been as close to the action. He stood motionless, letting the
odors of the ghastly scene penetrate his every pore. He opened his eyes and
continued walking, the lavender and chamomile growing stronger with each step.
He walked about sixty feet, when he found a patch of bent and broken ferns. It
was a small depression, but the lavender-and-chamomile woman had definitely
been lying among the ferns. Crouching down into the depression, Tristan looked
back to where Jeffery laid. He could barely see Jeffery and he was sure whoever
was laying here could not have heard or seen anything, except the gunshot that
had ended Jeffery’s life.
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