It is winter in the beautiful wilderness area of the Adirondack Mountains in upstate New York. Writer, Jeanne Connery, and Wolf County’s Sheriff, Jeffrey Dawson are trying to get on with their personal lives, having reunited after a tortured seven-year separation in which Jeanne believed the love of her life was dead. But rogue government agents, fanatic militants, and a maniacal Asian doctor intent on harvesting Jeff’s paranormal abilities for his own dark purposes, have other plans for the lovers. This second book in “The Resurrection of Timothy” series is a must read for all lovers of suspense, mystery, intrigue, romance and the paranormal all rolled into one! It all begins in “The Resurrection of Timothy Book I: The Resurrection” and continues in this sequel, “The Resurrection of Timothy Book II: The Reclamation”.

As Badger launched into his linen closet tales, Jeanne--already familiar with them--excused herself to go quickly check on the animals’ food and water dishes. She was just straightening up from the dogs’ dishes in their run when something whizzed by her head and thudded into the outer wall of the log cabin. Both dogs had begun growling and then erupted into barking. Jeanne was pulling the syringe out of the wood when Jeff appeared in the doorway. “What’s going on?” Jeff demanded. When Jeanne handed him the syringe, he took one look, pulling her inside the doorway to the study and calling the dogs in at the same time. A second whizzing syringe just missed Bandit as he shot through the doorway, embedding itself instead in the door casing. Jeff slammed the door shut and locked the doggie door as well. The phone was ringing as all four, humans and animals, raced up the stairs to the main level. CHAPTER TWO “Jeff, it’s your deputy,” Chris said, handing the phone to Jeff. Jeanne did not like the dark look that crossed Jeff’s face as he listened to his deputy. “Get some men and dogs out here… now!” “Jeffrey?” Jeanne queried as he placed the phone back in its cradle. “That sonofabitch,” Jeff exclaimed. Jeff didn’t cuss much, so when he did everyone paid attention. “Jack…he’s escaped. My deputy just got word.” “Oh my God, no! How, Jeffrey? How could he escape from lockup at the County jail?” Jeanne asked incredulously, not believing her ears. “Claimed he was having chest pains in the middle of the night, so some rookie deputy called an ambulance for him. En-route to the hospital, he overpowered the medic and the deputy inside the ambulance with him. Apparently at some point--when the ambulance stopped or slowed down for a light or a stop sign--he jumped out the back of the ambulance. The ambulance driver didn’t discover it until he got to the emergency room and opened the ambulance doors to find the medic and officer both strangled, and Jack gone. There‘s a manhunt on for him, but my own deputy wasn‘t notified until now.” “Jeffrey…do you think the syringes….” Jeanne began. “Yeah, Baby…I do!” “Syringes? What syringes?” Leigh and Chris asked in unison. “And who’s ’Jack’?” That question came from Badger. “Later on the questions…Leigh, please explain Jack to Badger. Chris, I need you and my wife downstairs in the study.” As concerned as Jeanne was over the current situation, hearing herself called wife--by this man who was now her husband--seemed to have a calming effect on her. “Sweetheart, bring the key to your arsenal if you wouldn’t mind please.” Jeff winked at her and headed down to the study, followed by Chris. Jeanne got the key from the bedroom dresser and joined them in the study. “Jeannie, was Doc still planning on coming for Christmas dinner?” “I think so…actually, I think that‘s pretty much a given,” Jeanne grinned. “Call him and tell him it is postponed until further notice. Please do that right now. Sorry, Babe…didn‘t mean to make that sound like a command.” Jeff kissed her quickly. Jeanne complied with his request, as Jeff unlocked the gun cabinet. “Can you shoot this.... ” Jeff asked Chris, handing him the AK-47. “Yeah, Jeanne and I have done a bit of target practicing out here and that’s the one I usually shoot…that or the .30-30. Why?” Jeff ignored the question, instead turning to Jeanne as she hung up the phone. “Baby, where’s the ammo for these guns?” Jeanne pointed to the closed doors beneath the gun cabinet. Jeff retrieved a box of shells for the AK, as well as an empty back-up clip. “Get the gun and the spare clip both loaded Chris. Jeanne, I‘m worried about you shooting anything with any kind of kick to it, and Maggie kicks. Why don‘t you let me borrow Maggie for a backup since I don‘t have extra ammo here for my gun, and you load up the .22 Woodsman.” “Actually, Jeffrey, the Woodsman is a collector’s piece. The AK doesn’t have a kick and it‘s pretty light-weight, so why don’t I use that one and let Chris take the .30-30 instead.” “Fine by me Honey, as long as you don’t shoot anything heavy or with a kick to it.” “Leigh jus funished tullin me bout thus arshole. How cun ah help?” Badger had suddenly appeared at the bottom of the stairs to the study, with Leigh right behind him. “Jeffrey, Badger teaches archery…how about we give him “Stringer,“ Jeanne suggested. “Fine by me Momma…bit light in the pull, but I kin still use ‘er,” Badger answered, taking the compound bow from the gun cabinet. “Hope you all don’t mind me bowing out of this hunting party you got going on here--no pun intended--but what else can I help with?” Leigh was looking at Jeff questioningly. Although Jeanne had taught Leigh how to shoot, she really did not like guns and preferred avoiding using one whenever possible. “We’re not actually hunting…we’re just setting ourselves up with protection, Leigh. Think you might be most useful manning the kitchen…keeping us supplied with coffee, sandwiches and the like. If they don’t catch Jack out there today, it’s going to be one long night for all of us I’m afraid. Jeanne, please, no matter what you hear outside, do not go out and do not let the dogs back out in the run before dark. Do you have extra door keys?” “I have four, plus Leigh and Chris each already have their own.” “Suppose your husband could have one?” Jeff smiled for the first time since before breakfast. “Better give Badger one, too. Whenever anyone goes in or out, let’s keep the doors locked gents. Chris, you patrol windows up and down inside the cabin. Holler out if you see anyone. Badger, let’s you and I go outside and have a look around the cabin, especially near the dogs‘ run on the side Jeanne‘s study is on.” Just as Badger and Jeff went out the front door, three County sheriffs’ cars pulled up the driveway after Jeanne responded to the voice announcing them on the intercom. There were two officers and two dogs in each vehicle. While the men outside broke into patrol units to scour the surrounding woods and check out the grounds around the cabin, Jeanne joined Chris on inside window patrol. M&M accompanied Chris, and Bandit--of course--shadowed Jeanne. Nearly an hour went by before Jeff and Badger came inside to report and get a hot cup of coffee. “Babe, he was definitely here…found the empty syringe casings. He was behind that big boulder…the one with all the brush around it…twenty feet away from the dogs’ run.” Shivers ran down Jeanne’s spine that had nothing to do with weather or the cold air that came into the cabin with the men. “How do you know it was him…and good God how could anyone be so stupid as to pull something like this on Christmas Day when there‘s likely to be all kinds of people visiting?” “My Love, keep in mind Jack isn’t playing with a full deck to begin with. The timing between his escape and the time he’d need to get here are perfect. Add to it that right now he’s got one thing and one thing only stuck in his brain. I think we all know what, or who, that is. Not that I blame him about the who part.“ Jeff shot a quick smirk in Jeanne’s direction. “I will say, though, that I believe it has gone beyond any sexual fantasies he was having and has progressed to a need for revenge, and that makes for an even worse predator, especially if he doesn‘t feel he has anything left to lose.” “Sheriff…uh…sorry…Juff…I have tae be honest ’n tell yea if I get ‘im in ma sights I’ll nae be askin ‘im tae stond down. No one threatens me girrrls this way ‘n gets awee wuth it, specially after what e‘s already put yaes thru.” “I think I already kinda figured that out about you, Son…and just between us…I think we’re all feeling pretty much the same way.” Jeff smiled reassuringly at Badger and Chris, not even needing to hear what was

This author previously published (Dec. 2010) “Not All Soldiers Wear Uniforms”, a self-help read for those who suffer from PTSD. Royalties are divided equally between the author’s daughter and HAWC, an organization that shelters and otherwise assists battered women, children and hate crime victims. After the NASWU publication, the author chose to continue her writings in the fiction genres of suspense/mystery/romance & the paranormal. So began the first book of the “TR of T” series entitled “The Resurrection of Timothy Book I: The Resurrection”, (published March, 2012). Book II of the TR of T series now completed and being published (April, 2012), the author is currently working on “T R of T Book III: The Recompense” which she expects to have ready for publication in winter 2012-2013. As a point of interest to readers, the author actually does reside in the Adirondack Mountain region of upstate New York. Her initial intent was to do only one book by this title, but preview readers enjoyed the original TR of T Book so much they asked her to end it at a certain point and do a sequel. That project has now turned into the "TR of T" series.