Surrender: Book 4: The Raptor Castle Series

by Sophia Johnson

The little dog streaked into the room headed straight for Graemme's black tassels knee-high on his boots. He launched into the air and latched onto them in mid-flight. His forward momentum nearly skidded the warrior's foot from under him. "Satan's arse!" The dog snarled and tried to shake its prize. Husky laughter rolled from Graemme's chest. "I take it this misbegotten varmint belongs to Raptor's knotty-pated crone? No doubt the two have knocked themselves senseless wandering throughout the castle of a night." "Nay, not the crone's. 'Tis Elyne's." Broccin gave the dog a disgusted look. Graemme looked down at it and shook his head. The strange dog seemed fascinated with his leg, for now it had locked its front legs around his calf and was... "Satan's crossed eyes!" The dog humped Graemme as of he was the hottest bitch in the castle.

360 pages, Paperback

First published February 27, 2014

About the author

After our daughters were married and moved away, my husband and I retired. It didn't take long for the "empty nest" syndrome to strike. It took much longer before we did something about it, though. Fifteen years! We bought a little long-coat Chihuahua who became the terror of the neighborhood - even on a leash. When he was three years old and not even attmpting to be friendly with anyone other than my husband and me, we got him a companion. A tri-colored Papillon named Konner. He's a sweetheart and kisses everyone.

One day, our youngest grandson whispered in my ear, "Does Pop-Pop really think Jammie (the Chihuahua) is his baby?" I had to explain about us missing someone to take care of, so we cuddled the dogs when our grandchildren weren't around. After a big hug and kiss, he understood we needed someone or something to cuddle.

I love writing. One night, I dreamt that I couldn't anymore. You know what came to mind when I opened my eyes? I wouldn't be able to breathe life into the characters demanding their stories.

I think that's a little nutty, don't you? My characters become real to me, and when I'm writing, they tell me what they want to do, how they want to feel, what they will and will not allow. Cheez! Talk about bossy!