{"product_id":"the-moon-has-a-name-a-wild-ride-of-a-psychological-adventure-thriller-paperback","title":"The Moon Has a Name: A Wild Ride of a Psychological Adventure Thriller - Paperback","description":"\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\"\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/reportcopyrightinfringement.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\"\u003e\u003cb\u003eReport copyright infringement\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003cp\u003eby \u003cb\u003eDawn Merriman\u003c\/b\u003e (Author)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eOn the Run in the Wild\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was supposed to be a romantic canoe trip through a National Park. When things go horribly wrong, Phoebe is forced to run for her life. Alone with her dog in the canoe, she must face the truth of her past in order to survive. Can she trust her own fevered mind?\u003cbr\u003e Worried about her missing daughter, Kay will stop at nothing to find her. She joins forces with the Park Rangers to bring Phoebe back home. \u003cbr\u003e A gripping thriller full of adventure, faith and psychological twists that will keep you guessing. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e Thriller readers, like you, say, \u003ci\u003e\"This book had me thinking about it long after the last page. Phoebe is a character you love to hate.\" \u003c\/i\u003e \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003eEnjoy this excerpt: \u003cbr\u003e The smell of the gunpowder burns my nose in the enclosed space of the tent. The kick of the handgun knocked my arms hard, the butt of the gun slamming into my already probably-broken hand. My ears ring from the shot, dimming the cry from Ty, but not blocking it out completely.\u003cbr\u003e The single shout of surprise mixed with pain is forever etched in my brain. Another scar to carry.\u003cbr\u003e I scramble across the sleeping bags to the door of the tent. The zipper is run half way around, jammed near the top. I don't know why I thought the flimsy tent door would stop him from getting to me. In my panicked mind, I had room for only one thought.\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e Get the gun to stop him. \u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e On my knees, I raise my face to the opening of the tent door and look into the night. The moon bathes our campsite, so bright the fading fire in the pit wasn't necessary. Ty just thought it would be romantic.\u003cbr\u003e My German short hair pointer sniffs at Ty's dying body near the dying fire.\u003cbr\u003e \"Get away from him, Rigsby,\" I command the dog. Always obedient, he whines and steps away from the body of my boyfriend. I watch Ty's chest closely to see if he's still breathing, still a threat.\u003cbr\u003e He lays still, his arms thrown wide, one leg bent, the other straight out. It reminds me of the sprawling way he hogs the bed at night.\u003cbr\u003e My hands shake so badly I have to fight the tent door zipper for a few moments until it slides down. The zipper is unusually loud in the quiet of the surrounding forest.\u003cbr\u003e \"Ty?\" I whisper, wondering if he's just playing, waiting for me to get close so he can pounce.\u003cbr\u003e The bloody stain on his chest is real. He's not playing.\u003cbr\u003e I climb out of the tent on hands and knees close enough to shake his foot. He doesn't moan, doesn't move.\u003cbr\u003e I've killed him.\u003cbr\u003e Sitting in the dirt next to the body of the man I loved, I brace myself for a flood of emotions. The emotions do not come. At least not the ones I expect.\u003cbr\u003e With my non-probably-broken hand, I touch my left eye. It's puffing up, swelling to a slit.\u003cbr\u003e \"You or me,\" Ty had growled only a few moments ago.\u003cbr\u003e I won this battle.\u003cbr\u003e I sit on the ground and stare a him. A stick is poking into my rear and the unmistakable feel of a bug crawls up my leg. A small beetle is ambling up my thigh. I take aim at the beetle with my forefinger and flick it away. It lands in the dying embers of the fire. The thought makes me smile.\u003cbr\u003e Then I throw my head back and laugh. Deep, painful peals of laughter shake my belly, rumble through my chest. Rigsby whines and cowers near the tent, no doubt thinking his momma has lost her mind.\u003cbr\u003e I stare at the moon, the bright white disk that sees all. Like an animal, I open my mouth and howl.\u003cbr\u003e Rigsby howls along with me, a deep mournful sound.\u003cbr\u003e----\u003cbr\u003eFind out what happens next, curl up with \"The Moon Has a Name\" today. \u003cp\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n            \u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003eNumber of Pages:\u003c\/strong\u003e 274\u003c\/div\u003e\n            \u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003eDimensions:\u003c\/strong\u003e 0.58 x 8 x 5 IN\u003c\/div\u003e\n            \u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003ePublication Date:\u003c\/strong\u003e December 16, 2021\u003c\/div\u003e\n            ","brand":"BooksCloud","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":53379859775795,"sku":"9798785900264","price":23.18,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0300\/5595\/6612\/files\/3nT4WSmU79798785900264.webp?v=1779353573","url":"https:\/\/www.vysn.com\/en-ca\/products\/the-moon-has-a-name-a-wild-ride-of-a-psychological-adventure-thriller-paperback","provider":"VYSN","version":"1.0","type":"link"}