WHAT DO CRANES AND OPERATION MIGRATION HAVE TO DO WITH ROMANCE? READ AND FIND OUT!

Hello, M.J. I love your blog and have been dying to get on it! Thank you for having me. I’m here to 
share about 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 completely amazing. They

raise highly endangered Whooping crane chicks, 
then teach them to migrate from Wisconsin to 
Florida behind their glider planes. Sounds easy, 
right? Yikes. The process takes nearly a year, costs 
a ton and contains several patient steps. They have 
an incredible blog that tracks, posts and updates 
their followers on the progress of each year’s group 
of chicks. 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: http://bit.ly/Xjq8ao

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: 
http://amzn.to/XtK6Lw 

Flying in Shadows BN buy link: http://bit.ly/XZxMTf 


Flying in Shadows Book Trailer: 
http://bit.ly/11wALc1 


Operation Migration Blog: 
http://operationmigration.org/InTheField/ 


Operation Migration Official Facebook Page: 
www.facebook.com/OperationMigration 

R.T. Wolfe website: http://www.rtwolfe.com

R.T. Wolfe Facebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/RTWolfe2012 


R.T. Wolfe Twitter Handle: 
http://www.twitter.com/RT_Wolfe 


R.T. Wolfe Pinterest Page: 
http://www.pinterest.com/RTWolfe