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Informationen zum Autor Spending the first years of her life on a Costa Rican coffee farm blessed Laura Morrigan with a fertile imagination and a love for all things wild. Later she became a volunteer at a Florida zoo, helping out with everything from “waste management” to teaching an elephant how to paint. Drawing from her years of experience with both wild and domestic animals and her passion for detective novels, Laura created the Call of the Wilde Mysteries, including Take the Monkey and Run , Woof at the Door , A Tiger's Tale and Horse of a Different Killer . She lives in Florida with too many cats, loves the Blue Angels, wearing flip flops in November, and thunderstorms. Klappentext When a normally mellow tiger at a rescue facility trees a terrified vet! animal behaviorist Grace Wilde needs to use her psychic ability to get to the root of the problem... A tiger can't change his stripes—but if his behavior changes suddenly! there's a reason. So when even-tempered Boris the Siberian tiger goes into attack mode! Grace knows there's more to the story. Something is agitating the big cat. As she uses her telepathic ability to calm the tiger! she realizes he has witnessed a theft—not of something but of someone. A teenaged volunteer at the animal rescue facility has been taken...kidnapped. The problem is Brooke Ligner's parents believe their troubled daughter ran away and Grace can't exactly reveal her source. Even though sexy cop Kai Duncan is aware of Grace's secret ability! he can't initiate an investigation based on the word of a tiger. Now! as Grace searches for solid clues to rescue the missing teen! it's the human predators she'll need to watch out for... Leseprobe CHAPTER 1 The weathered sign on the gate read: Happy Asses Donkey and Big Cat Rescue Tours: Tues–Fri 1:00–dark. Affixed below was a newer sign. The reflective white letters glowed in my headlights, and though the effect caused the words to blur, the message came across loud and clear. ABSOLUTELY NO TRESPASSING! We are not responsible for death or injury due to your own stupidity. There are wild animals inside this gate. If one of them eats you, it’s your own fault. ~Ozeal Mallory, proprietress I smiled. I’d never met Ozeal, but I liked her already. From what I’d heard, Ozeal Mallory was dedicated, competent, and experienced at handling all manner of big cats. Judging from the sign, no-nonsense could be added to the list of her attributes. I wondered what had gone wrong. The minute hand on my dashboard clock ticked to twelve past six. I was supposed to be attending a black-tie gala on Jacksonville Beach at seven o’clock. I was going to be late. Usually, I’d welcome an excuse to avoid any event that had the words black-tie and gala in the title, but tonight’s fund-raiser was an exception. A local animal charity had teamed up with the sheriff’s office to raise money to provide Kevlar vests for police dogs. As someone who felt the canine officers deserved as much protection as their handlers, I had decided to donate my services as an animal behaviorist to be sold in the silent auction. Unfortunately, this required I be present to smile, answer questions, and talk up what I do. As much as I appreciated Ozeal’s signage, it was time to get the show on the road. The problem was, there was no one on the road. Nor was there anyone in the parking area on the other side of the gate. I squinted against the dusky gloom of twilight and was able to make out the shape of a small building nestled in a clump of pine trees at the far end of the lot. I stared for a few moments but detected no movement. I knew there were animals just beyond the building. I could feel the low hum of their brains. Equine. Probably the rescued donkeys referenced in the sign. No...
