Welcome to the web home of Maddy Barone, paranormal romance author. I owe a huge debt to the works of various authors I’ve encountered throughout my life. A book is a relatively cheap way to travel the world and even leave our world for fantasy lands where we can be anyone we want. From chapter books in grade school to young adult books in my teen years to 500 page novels as an adult, books have educated me, given me hours of enjoyment, introduced me to beloved friends, and given my vivid imagination the green light to run wild. As an author, I’d like to give my reader those same things.
Sherry’s Wolf (After the Crash #3.5) 
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Released February 6, 2012! Wolf Tracker – After the Crash, Book 3
Strong, independent Tami was a survivalist and mountain guide in 2014 when she was flung forward fifty years into a post-apocalyptic future where women are worth their weight in gold. She is taken by four men to be their wife, but when she escapes from them they hire the Tracker, a deadly loner from the Clan with a reputation for being able to track anything, to bring her back. But Tami knows how to ride and how to hide, and she leads him on a chase that rouses his admiration. Behind Tracker’s stone-cold face is a man who yearns for a wife of his own. When he catches up with Tami and learns that she is not a willing wife, he knows he can’t give her up.
This scene is after Tracker has found Tami and has taken her to Taye’s den for safety.
Once inside, Tami was immediately taken over by Carla and the Grandmother. Tracker suppressed a twitch of envy when Tami allowed the Grandmother to embrace her. He didn’t notice Taye standing beside him as he watched Tami disappear with the other women into the rec room until his cousin slapped him on the shoulder.
“You found her,” Taye said. “Good. How is she?”
Tracker moved a half step to be able to keep an eye on Tami. The women were sitting her down in front of the big fireplace and fussing over her. It was good to see her being taken care of. Tracker made himself turn away to look at Taye. “She’s…” He paused to think of how to put it. “She’s strong. She’s smart. She’s well enough to ride.”
Taye’s dark eyes were steady. “Uh-huh. You didn’t take her back to her husband,” he said mildly. “Are you just stopping to rest here before you take her back home?”
“No.” Tracker jerked his head to the back of the rec room, where they wouldn’t be overheard even by wolf ears.
Taye followed him to the farthest corner of the rec room and waited with a deceptively calm face for Tracker to speak. But Tracker knew Taye’s calmness was a cover for the beginnings of rage smoldering in his guts. Clan and Pack were lethally protective of women, and Taye must suspect Tami had been ill-used.
“You were right, Taye. She was raped. And not just by Leach. There were four of them who had her. When I found her, she had bruises on her throat where one of ’em choked her while he raped her. The scabs from the ropes around her wrists and ankles are almost healed now, but you can still see ’em if you look.” Tracker forced his rage to simmer quietly instead of boiling over. “Will you look after her here in your den until spring?”
The air was perfumed with Taye’s fury, but he kept his voice level. “She’s welcome for as long as she likes. She’s your mate, isn’t she?”
Wolf’s Glory - After the Crash, Book 2 Released May 30, 2011 from Liquid Silver Books
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When goth-girl Glory Peterson’s plane crashes she walks to find help. What she finds are people living in teepees like it’s the Old West. Wolf’s Shadow knows Glory is his mate. Glory’s happy to take a roll in the hay with him while she’s waiting for transportation back to civilization, but when she finds out she’s gone fifty years into the future and Shadow is a bossy werewolf who thinks he owns her, her attitude changes fast. Shadow is used to giving orders that are obeyed. Glory hasn’t obeyed an order since kindergarten. When two strong-willed lovers clash, who will win?
Here is an excerpt from Wolf’s Glory, after a night when Glory has imbibed a little too much.
Glory became aware of a headache hovering just beyond her eyebrows, waiting to pounce. At almost the same time she realized she was lying face down on something warm. It smelled good, and it was so comfortable she didn’t want to move even though her mouth tasted like a dead bird rotting in the Sahara Desert. What had she been drinking last night? Oh yeah. Memory hit her the same moment she became aware of long fingers stroking the side of her neck.
“You!” she said in tones of loathing. Only, her voice didn’t sound right. It came out more like a pained croak. She tried to push herself off his chest. She left drool behind, just over his nipple. Somebody should have slapped her when she had let him carry her to his tent last night. Jill was in big trouble.
“Good morning, darling,” he said tenderly, trying to smooth her wild hair back.
She slapped at his hand. “Don’t call me that.” Why was his hair perfect? Why was all of him so damn perfect?
“Sweetheart?” he tried.
“No.”
“Love? Baby?”
“NO!” Oh, God, had her head just exploded? Glory forced herself to her feet and stumbled to the door flap of his tent, leaving him smiling at her from the blanket. She opened it and the late morning sun hit her like a brick in her aching eyes. She stifled a groan.
“Sweetness?”
She whirled and swayed dangerously before recovering enough to give him the finger. “Sweet? Do I look sweet?”
His grin infuriated her.“You were sweet while you were sleeping over my heart with your lips open against my skin. That’s what I’ll call you. My heart.”
She risked nausea erupting when she glared. “Screw that.”
She had already ducked out the door and was almost far enough away to not hear his whisper. “Sunshine,” he said as if to himself. “You are my sunshine.”
“Sunshine, hell!” Glory snarled. She stamped her foot only once because it hurt her head too much. A fuller memory hit her, and she swung back into the tent so fast she had to clutch the canvas to keep her feet. Shadow was lying in the blankets and furs as naked as the day he was born. Damn. What a gorgeous man he was. No, not a man.
“You’re a werewolf?”
“I’m a wolf. An alpha wolf warrior of the Clan.”
“Oh, God.” Glory didn’t know what direction Jill’s tent was in, but she was going away from here as fast as her hangover would allow. Naturally the first person she saw was Heather.
The fake redhead with the boob job was staring with avid interest over Glory’s shoulder.“Well, he doesn’t look too happy, does he?” Heather smirked. “When I leave a man in the morning you can bet he’s smiling.”
“Probably glad to see you go,” Glory muttered.
Sleeping With the Wolf After the Crash, Book 1
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Rising country music star Carla boards a plane in the year 2014. When it crashes in the future, fifty years after Armageddon has destroyed technology and plagues have reduced the female population to a precious few, she finds herself offered as prize in a Bride Fight, where only the strongest and fiercest men are allowed to compete to win a wife. Alpha werewolf Taye knows Carla is his mate. He wins the Bride Fight but can he win Carla’s heart?
Unedited excerpt from Sleeping With the Wolf. Carla is the grand prize in a Bride Fight:
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The spectators quieted down when the last two fighters stepped into the square. Taye Wolfe was facing a large, heavily muscled black man. Wasn’t he the blacksmith Ray had pointed out to her? Taye was barehanded, but the black man had a knife. Was that allowed? It must be, if the referee didn’t take it away or try to stop the fight. Carla couldn’t quite suppress her shiver. One of these two men would own her. Taye was almost slender compared to the other man. The smooth way he moved seemed like a ballet to Carla. For all that, the fight was brutal. The black man had pinned Taye Wolfe down with his teeth sunk into his chest, trying to stab him with the knife. But Taye managed to free himself and kick his opponent in the head. He had a gouge in his chest from where the black man had bitten him. Blood ran in a dark stream down his chest. Carla turned her face away, teeth clenched. She didn’t look again until she heard Ray shouting that Taye Wolfe had won her. An unearthly howl rose above the roar of the spectators. When she forced herself to look she saw the black man lying still in a pool of blood and Taye with his head flung back and his mouth open in the howl that made her shudder.
Taye Wolfe was her new owner, and he looked as feral as his namesake.