Join My Guest RT Wolfe

Join My Guest RT Wolfe

Today I’m lucky to have as my guest RT Wolfe, a wonderful suspense/romance writer. Not only is she a great writer but she is also very concerned about the natural world around her.

Welcome RT, and thanks for visiting.

Hello, Anne and Anne Ashby Readers! Thank you for having me. I’m pumped about sharing my current release, Flying in Shadows, and about the non-profit organization I’ve teamed up with for the month of May.

Operation Migration is a conservation group that works to raise and reintroduce the highly endangered Whooping crane back into the wild. The hatchlings ‘imprint’ on the biologists and follow them around like they are their mamas. In fact, they follow them behind their glider planes all the way from Wisconsin to Florida! Due to groups like OM, the Whooping crane population has grown from a 21 in the 1940s to well over 400 today. During the month of May 10% of the proceeds for Flying in Shadows will be donated to OM. I encourage your readers to both check out the links I provided below to OM’s blog and to buy a book! It’s sweet, intense, filled with passion and suspense and, this month, is for a great cause.



To read more about Operation Migration, check out my blog post at:




Here is the book jacket blurb:

From the time she was a little girl, Rose Piper was sure of two things: she wanted to work with animals and she wanted to win the heart of her best friend, Andy Reed.

Now the most sought-after conservation biologist in the Northeast, she’s trying to convince herself that one out of two isn’t bad.

Andy spent most of his life following his dream of becoming a builder. Now a successful land developer, he has returned to Black Creek to win the girl he has loved since high-school and hurt too many times: Rose

But efforts to keep their love together turn dangerous when a decades-old secret brings a murderer out of hiding, sending the pair running for their lives.


And an excerpt:

Walking in the dark, Andy readjusted his tackle box. Moonlight shone on the dark ripples creeping down Black Creek. He spotted a raccoon as he crossed the bridge. Startled, the animal hissed at him. Andy stomped his foot and hissed back; he was in no mood for it.

He saw movement in his peripheral vision. Larger movement. A man? The shape disappeared as quickly as Andy imagined it. When you let yourself get this worked up, you start seeing things, he chided himself.

What the hell had he been thinking when he decided to date Candi?

He would go over to her house first thing the next day to end it and all of the maintenance that came with her. Never again, he vowed. He would be more like his brother. Casual relationships. No strings.

But first, he needed Rose.

She would calm him down and lighten his mood, help him feel normal again. He looked at his watch and winced. What were friends for if you couldn’t count on them to be there? Even at this time of night. Or morning.

* * *

Rose slept soundly in her twin bed dreaming of her favorite spot at the zoo. In the small rain forest building, she allowed a newly emerged monarch butterfly to dry its wings on her apron while sharing facts about the insect to one of two visiting young boys. The other threw pebbles into the nearby wishing pond. The sound of the small rocks plunked as they hit the stone wall before dropping into the water.

Oh, crap. She woke and sat up straight. The plunking noise came from outside, not in her head.

She felt her cheeks tighten in a wide smile. Biting the nails on one hand, she ripped her blankets off with the other. As she hustled to her window, she realized it was still pitch black out.

Grabbing the flashlight she always kept on her windowsill for just this occasion, she lifted the window and found Andy with the beam. “I thought you didn’t get home until tomorrow,” she whispered loudly.

“It is tomorrow.” He held up fishing poles and tackle box.

“It’s not tomorrow until the sun comes up.” She smiled wildly as she pulled on her jeans. This reaction she had to him had to stop eventually, she convinced herself. It was not healthy.

“I’ve got the worms. Get down here.”

Quickly, she tied her hair in a bandana, cleaned herself up and slipped on some sneakers. She scribbled out a quick note and headed for the front door. Her feet stopped before she did causing her throw her arms out for balance. Another dead bolt? When did this happen? she wondered.

Here are the social networking links for me and for Operation Migration:

Flying in Shadows Amazon buy link:

Flying in Shadows BN buy link:

Flying in Shadows Book Trailer:

Operation Migration Blog:

Operation Migration Official Facebook Page:

R.T. Wolfe website:

R.T. Wolfe Facebook Author Page:

R.T. Wolfe Twitter Handle:

R.T. Wolfe Pinterest Page:


Join My Guest RT Wolfe — 1 Comment

  1. I’m thrilled to be on your lovely blog, Anne. Thank you for having me and allowing me to talk about Operation Migration. They are truly an amazing group.
    -R.T. Wolfe