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Wild Montana Skies: A Thrilling Romance and Adventure novel (Clean Contemporary Romance) Paperback – October 18, 2016
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Search and rescue pilot Kacey Fairing is home on leave in Mercy Falls, Montana, twelve years after she joined the military to escape the mistakes of her past. With a job waiting for her as the new lead pilot of Peak Rescue in Glacier National Park, Kacey hopes to reconnect with the now-teenage daughter she sees only between deployments. What she doesn't realize is that someone else is also back in town.
Ben King has been building his country music career since the day Kacey shut him out of her life. Now all of that's on hold when his injured father calls him home to help run Peak Rescue until he's fully recovered. It doesn't take long, though, to discover his father's ulterior motives as Kacey Fairing walks into the house and back into his heart.
With Mercy Falls in a state of emergency due to flash floods, Kacey and Ben are forced to work together to save lives. But when floodwaters turn personal, can they put aside the past to save their future?
- Print length350 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherRevell
- Publication dateOctober 18, 2016
- Dimensions5.5 x 0.88 x 8.5 inches
- ISBN-100800727436
- ISBN-13978-0800727437
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The last thing Search and Rescue helicopter pilot Kacey Fairing needs upon returning home to Mercy Falls, Montana, is to run into her mistakes. After a devastating crash during her recent military tour in Afghanistan, she is emotionally broken but ready to start putting her life back together. She just wants to reconnect with her teenage daughter and spend the summer working as the new lead pilot of PEAK Rescue in Glacier National Park.
But her mistakes aren't so easily forgotten. Because Ben King is also back in town.
Country music star Ben King abandoned his past when he moved to Nashville thirteen years ago to start his career. He hoped to heal his broken heart, caused by losing the woman he loved. But when his father is injured, Ben is called home to help manage PEAK Rescue during his recovery. He doesn't realize his father has ulterior motives until his old flame, Kacey, walks into his house and back into his heart.
Now, with Mercy Falls in a state of emergency due to flash floods, Kacey and Ben will have to work together to save lives. But when secrets are uncovered and old hurts rise to the surface, will they walk away again? Or can they find a different ending to their country love song?
"In Warren's true-to-form brand of mixing romance, danger, and adventure, Wild Montana Skies will hold you hostage till the very end!"--Ronie Kendig, bestselling author of the Quiet Professionals series
Susan May Warren is the ECPA and CBA bestselling author of over fifty novels with more than one million books sold. Winner of a RITA Award and multiple Christy and Carol Awards, as well as the HOLT and numerous Reader's Choice Awards, Susan has written contemporary and historical romances, romantic suspense, thrillers, romantic comedy, and novellas. She can be found online at www.susanmaywarren.com, on Facebook at SusanMayWarrenFiction, and on Twitter @susanmaywarren.
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Wild Montana Skies
A Novel
By Susan May WarrenRevell
Copyright © 2016 Susan May WarrenAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-8007-2743-7
CHAPTER 1
Kacey didn't want to raise eyebrows and alert the entire town to her return. She simply hoped to tame the beast that had roared to life when she spotted the billboard for the Gray Pony Saloon and Grill, off Rt. 2, on the outskirts of Mercy Falls.
The home of the best hickory rib sauce in the West.
From the look of things, the hangout on the edge of town hadn't changed in a decade.
Dim streetlights puddled the muddy parking lot, now crammed full of F-150s and Silverado pickups. The twang of a Keith Urban cover swelled as the door opened. A cowboy spilled out, his arm lassoed around a shapely coed, probably a summer intern for the park service. She wore Gore-Tex pants, a lime-green Glacier National Park T-shirt, and a too-easy smile on her face. Kacey watched as the cowboy wheedled her toward his truck. The coed tugged his hat down, and he braced his hands on either side of her, leaning down to steal a kiss.
The sight had the power to stop Kacey cold, reroute her down the country road of regrets.
Maybe she should simply keep going, head north to Whitefish, back to the anonymity of a town that couldn't catalog her mistakes.
Still, the brain fog of two days of driving, not to mention the drizzle of a nagging rain, could be the recipe for disaster on the winding roads that journeyed north through the foothills.
The last thing she needed was to drive headfirst off the highway and die in a fiery crash here in her own backyard. Some welcome home that would be.
Kacey parked just as thunder growled, lightning spliced the darkness, and rain began to crackle against her windshield. The soupy night obliterated the view of the glorious, jagged mountains rising on the horizon.
Another pickup rolled up next to her, the running boards caked with mud. A fleet of what looked like army types piled out, garbed in mud-brown shirts and camo pants. Fatigue lined their grimy expressions, as if they were just returning from a two-day march in full field gear.
The nearest army base was over 150 miles away, so the appearance of soldiers had her curiosity piqued. She watched them go in, and a reprimand formed on her lips about donning utility wear off duty. But, like her army psychologist had suggested, some time away from her fellow soldiers might help her heal.
Keep her from derailing twelve years of distinguished service with an ODPMC discharge — or, to her mind, the old Section-8, Maxwell Klinger designation.
She wasn't crazy. Just ... exhausted. Maybe.
She couldn't let the war follow her home. Let it destroy the best part of herself, the part she'd left behind in Montana.
The part of her that desperately needed a definition of life that included words like safe and normal.
Instead of, oh, say, deployment and Afghanistan.
And acronyms like PTSD.
Which meant she had to start living like a civilian and keep her military secrets safely tucked away if she intended on putting herself back together and returning to base, healed and fit for duty, by the end of the summer.
Kacey scrubbed the sleep out of her eyes, then got out, hunting ribs and a frothy homemade root beer.
The Pony might not have updated their exterior, with the roughhewn porch, the Old West-style sign, and neon beer ads in the windows, but inside, they'd overhauled for the next generation.
The honky-tonk tones of some country musician met her as she opened thick double doors, and she walked into the distinct intoxicating aroma of hickory barbecue.
She glanced to the front and almost expected to see cowboy crooner Benjamin King on stage at the back of the room, past the gleaming oak bar. Work-hewn muscles stretching out his black T-shirt, one worn cowboy boot hooked onto the rung of his stool, and wearing his battered brown Stetson over that unruly dark blond hair, Ben would grind out a love song in his signature low tenor, wooing every girl in the room.
His devastating blue eyes fixed only on her.
Kacey blew out a breath, letting the memory shake out, settle her back into reality.
Stopping for dinner at the Gray Pony would be a very bad idea if Ben hadn't long ago sprung himself from the grasp of Mercy Falls, his guitar slung over his shoulder, nary a glance behind. No, she wouldn't find him, a big star now with the country duo Montgomery King, back in this one-horse watering hole tucked in the shadow of Glacier National Park.
Now, Kacey scanned the room, getting her bearings. Roy had kept the taxidermied moose, rainbow trout, and black bear still posed over the bar, but the rest of the joint, from the themed barrel tables to the sleek leather barstools, suggested an upgrade. Along the wall, every few feet, flat screens displayed sporting events — bull riding, a UFC fight, a golf tournament, and a fishing show. And the adjacent hall that once hosted a row of worn pool tables now sported a shiny mechanical bull-riding pit.
Judging by the cheering of the fellas gathered at the rail, more than a few wearing Sweetwater Creek Lumber Co. shirts, the girl in the center of the ring offered up quite a show.
The saloon seemed to have upgraded their clientele from the obligatory cowboys and park workers to a large conglomeration of army, local law enforcement, and even what looked like young, long-haired hippies hoping to spend their summer in yurts and hiking the craggy routes of the Rocky Mountains, cameras hanging from their necks.
Waitresses squeezed through tables packed with hungry patrons, their trays stacked high with wings, onion rings, and nachos. An "oo-rah!" rose from a table of soldiers as one of the UFC fighters went down.
She recognized no one, which, of course, could be providential. Because they might not recognize her, either.
Kacey squeezed past a group of hikers perusing a map and nabbed the only empty barstool. She climbed up, took a napkin, and mopped up the remains of a frothy beer puddling on the counter.
"Sorry about that." This from the woman behind the counter, her dark hair pulled back in a long braid, her brown eyes quick as she surveyed the activity behind Kacey. She took a rag and wiped the counter. "I think the person sitting here stiffed me." She glanced at the door.
"Where did she —"
"He. I dunno. I don't see him. He wasn't in uniform, but he could be with the guard." She tossed the rag under the counter, grabbed a coaster. "We have specials on tap —"
"Do you still have the house root beer?"
A hint of a smile. "Home brewed, my daddy's recipe."
Her daddy ... seriously? Ah, sure, Kacey saw it now. Hair dyed black and about fifty pounds thinner. And of course, a decade in her eyes, on her face. She couldn't help but ask, "Gina McGill?"
The woman frowned. "Do I —"
"Kacey Fairing. I used to —"
"Date Ben King, yeah, wow, how are you?"
Kacey was going to say that she'd sat behind her in Mr. Viren's biology class, but she supposed Gina's version might be an easier association. "I'm good."
"I haven't seen you since, uh ..." And there it was. The prickly dance around Kacey's mistakes. The ones that had driven her out of Mercy Falls and into the army's arms.
"Prom," Kacey filled in, diverting, trying to make it easier for both of them. "Nice of your dad to let us host it here. One of my favorite high school memories."
"What are you up to?" Gina said, pulling out a frozen mug from the freezer, filling it with frothy, dark, creamy root beer from the tap.
"I'm a chopper pilot. For the army."
"Really? Wow. I suppose they called you in, huh? Rescuing people off rooftops?"
Kacey frowned. "Uh, not sure what you're talking about."
Gina set the mug on the coaster. "Oh, I thought you were here with the rest of the National Guard. The Mercy River is flooding, and all these guys are working twenty-four-hour shifts sandbagging upriver all the way down to the bridge."
Ah, that accounted for dinner in their field dress.
Kacey took a sip of the root beer, let the foam sit on her upper lip a second before licking it off. "Nope. Here on leave for the summer, although, yeah, I'll be doing some flying for Chet King's PEAK." See, that came out easily enough, no hitch, no hint at the past. No irony.
And no suggestion that she might not be fit to fly. Keeping her chopper in the air had never been her problem, thank you.
Besides, she needed this gig, if only to keep her sanity during the daylight hours. Too much idle time only invited the memories.
Gina offered her a menu. "Well, don't be surprised if Sam Brooks comes knocking on your door. The Mercy Falls EMS department has the PEAK team on full alert, and he's recruiting volunteers for the sandbag brigade."
Kacey perused the menu offerings. "Why is Sam doing the recruiting? Is Blackburn still sheriff?"
"Yeah. He'll be in office until he retires, probably. Sam is the deputy sheriff. So, the smoked BBQ ribs are half off now that it's after 10:00 p.m., and I think I could score you a basket of the fried calamari on the house."
"The ribs sound perfect, thanks, Gina," she said, handing her the menu. "And I'm game for the calamari too."
Kacey grabbed the mug, sipping as she turned in her chair, glancing at the band on stage, the lead singer now leaning into the mic, plucking out another Keith Urban ballad.
"I'm gonna be here for ya, baby ..."
Young, dark-haired, and not a hint of Ben's resonant twang. And yet just like that, Ben showed up, almost tangible in her mind, even after all these years. The smell of fresh air in his flannel shirt, his arms around her, lips against her neck.
Nope. She wrapped her hands around the cool glass.
She should probably also remember that Ben had made her believe in a different life. In the full-out happy ending. She should probably hate him for that.
On the dance floor, the cowboy and the coed from outside locked themselves in a slow sway. A few more couples joined them, and Kacey turned away, rubbing her finger and thumb into her eyes, slicking away the exhaustion.
"Working the flood?"
She looked up into the striking, blue eyes of the man who had slid onto the stool next to her. Brown, neatly trimmed hair and a smattering of russet whiskers, neatly clipped but just long enough to suggest a renegade attitude in a cultured life. He wore a camel-brown chambray shirt open at the neck, sleeves rolled up over strong forearms, a pair of faded jeans, scuffed cowboy boots, and the smell of money in his cologne. A rich, cowboy-wannabe tourist. And he had a low, rumbly voice that should have probably elicited some response, if she weren't so tired.
Really tired. "Nope."
From the end of the bar, a huddle of hikers roared as one of them landed a bull's-eye into the dart target. The man seemed to follow her gaze, frowned.
Huh.
"I suppose the rain's cutting short your vacation," she said.
This got a laugh. Or a harrumph, she couldn't tell. "Naw. I'm over the park."
"That's a shame. So much beautiful country."
Did she imagine the shadow that crossed his eyes? Maybe, because in a blink it vanished. Instead, "Gina talked you into the calamari, huh?"
Gina had deposited the deep-fried squid, sided with creamy aioli.
Kacey reached for a twisty piece. "Why? Something I should be worried about?" She took a curl, dipped it into the spicy mayo.
He shook his head, took a sip of his own root beer. "I tried to tell Roy that nobody north of Denver has ever heard of calamari, but he wanted to add it. Something for the tourists ..." He lifted a nicely sculpted shoulder. "I think I'm the only one in five hundred miles ordering it."
So, not a tourist. But not exactly a local either.
"Rubbery." She wrinkled her nose. "Yeah, probably Roy should have stuck with cowboy food." She shoved the basket his direction. "Help yourself."
"Not for you?"
"I'm spoiled," she said, rinsing down the flavor. "I've spent the past year in Florida, seaside."
He seemed like a nice guy — maybe the right guy — to help erase old memories, find new ones.
Not that she was looking, really, but maybe, away from her rules on base, and with a longer stint home than normal, she might ...
A shout on the dance floor made her turn, and she saw that the cowboy she'd seen before on the porch was tussling with one of the hippies, this one wearing a park-logoed shirt.
Oops. Apparently that cute coed in his arms had cuddled up against the wrong demographic.
"We're dancing here," Cowboy said.
"And she's not your girlfriend!" the hippie retorted.
Next to her, the man, Mr. Rumble Voice, rose. "That's not pretty."
She glanced at him. "They'll be fine."
He wasn't the only one on his feet, however. A couple of the hikers on the far end of the bar separated from the group and edged toward the dance floor.
And the table of USC fans stopped cheering, eyes on the spectacle.
She took another sip of her root beer.
The voices raised, a few expletives thrown.
When Cowboy pushed the hippie, Rumble headed toward the dance floor.
And, shoot — like a reflex, Kacey found herself on her feet, as if still on duty, the cool-headed soldier she'd been for twelve years.
Stay out of it. The voice simmered in her head.
"Hey, guys," Rumble said, moving closer, hands up. "Let's just take this outside —"
Cowboy threw a punch at the hippie, and the room exploded. The hippies emptied their table, and of course Cowboy had a few hands he'd dragged in off the ranch.
And just like that, Kacey was dodging fists, zeroing in on the coed who started the mess. The girl held her mouth where someone had accidentally elbowed her.
Kacey maneuvered through the fray, caught the girl, and pulled her back toward the stage. "Are you okay?" If she remembered correctly, there was an exit just stage left ...
"I didn't mean to start this."
Kacey threw her arm over the girl's shoulder and ducked, heading toward the exit.
She didn't see it coming.
A body flew into her, liquid splashing over her as the weight threw her. Kacey slammed into the stage; pain exploded across her forehead.
The room spun, darkness blotchy against her eyes.
She sat there, just a moment, blinking.
Pull back, Kacey! Your position is compromised!
She shook her head to rid it of the voice but felt a scream rising when arms circled her, lifting —
"Oh no you don't!" Kacey shouted.
She thrashed against the embrace, elbowing her captor hard.
He made a sound of pain, but she followed with a hard uppercut to his jaw.
And landed on the floor.
The jolt of hitting the floor, the sense of movement around her, brought her back.
"What?" She blinked, clearing her vision.
Rumble peered down at her, holding his jaw. "You have quite a right hook, honey."
Oh. Boy. She made a face, but her forehead burned, and she pressed her hand against the heat of a rising bump. "Sorry. But —"
"My bad. But you need to get off the floor."
Voices now, loud, punching through the tension in the room.
He hesitated a second, then held out his hand.
She made a face, shook her head, and climbed to her feet. "I don't need help, thanks."
But she swayed, trying to find her balance on the wooden floor.
"Seriously, you look like you could go down."
"I'm fine." Only then did she realize the wetness down the front of her white T-shirt. And ... oh no. The odor of beer from her soaked shirt rose to consume her. That would play well when she arrived home. She pulled the shirt away from her body and removed her hand from her head. Then, "Wait ... that girl —"
"Jess has her."
Jess? She looked around and found the girl being led to a table by a pretty blonde, one of the hikers.
Rumble seemed to be debating grabbing her arm, but she gave him a look, and he simply led the way back to the counter. On the dance floor, the factions had separated, the musician was setting his mic back to rights. The hippies, angry, a few of them holding back their champion, congregated at their table. The cowboy stalked out of the bar, holding his hat, his posse shouting epithets as they trailed.
"The flood has everyone keyed up," Rumble said.
A man walked by, wearing a two-day scraggle of whiskers, dressed in a tight black shirt, Gore-Tex pants. Another one of the hikers. "Thanks, Ian," he said, clamping her not-needed rescuer on the shoulder.
Ian nodded after him. "Miles."
Apparently, this guy knew everyone in the saloon. "Ian? That's your name?"
(Continues...)Excerpted from Wild Montana Skies by Susan May Warren. Copyright © 2016 Susan May Warren. Excerpted by permission of Revell.
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- Publisher : Revell (October 18, 2016)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 350 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0800727436
- ISBN-13 : 978-0800727437
- Item Weight : 13 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.5 x 0.88 x 8.5 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #589,881 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #2,353 in Contemporary Christian Romance
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About the author
Although I attended the U of Minnesota, I’m a woodsy girl at heart. Or maybe I’m an adventurer—having lived and traveled all over the world, including Siberia, Russia as a missionary for eight years. That’s why my characters seem to get into one scrape after another—they’re too much like me! I love God, my family, my country, my church, and feel privileged every day to be able to write stories.
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With nearly 2 million books sold, critically acclaimed novelist Susan May Warren is the Christy, RITA, and Carol award-winning author of over ninety novels. Known for her compelling plots and unforgettable characters, Susan has penned contemporary and historical romances, romantic suspense, thrillers, rom-coms, and Christmas novellas. With books translated into eight languages, she's a USA Today, ECPA and CBA bestseller, and has received numerous starred Publisher Weekly reviews. Library Journal says, "Warren’s characters are well-developed and she knows how to create a first rate contemporary romance.”
Susan is a nationally acclaimed writing coach, and winner of the 2009 American Christian Fiction Writers Mentor of the Year. She is the founder of Novel.Academy, author of the popular writing method, The Story Equation, and a founding partner of Sunrise Media Group.
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As I mentioned, this novel has plenty of action and between that and the relationship dramas I was glued! Seriously, I could not put it down and had to stay up and finish this book late last night. The characters are so well written, and not just the main characters but also the secondary ones as well. I am fascinated and cannot wait to see all these story threads play out through the series.
For those of you who read the prequel, If Ever I Would Leave You, you will be thrilled to see Ian and Sierra's story continue in Book 1. Warren's most recent series, Montana Fire does have a tie-in to this one but if you have not read that series you will be okay. This novel can be read as a stand alone, although I would read the prequel first if you can. I just like having all the back story information.
Highly worth the read! I cannot wait for Book 2 due out at the end of January 2017! Thank you Susie for another fantastic read!
Kacey Fairing is a phenomenal character. Not only is she a single parent, but she also serves in the military and won an award from something she did (I’m not giving it away!) on one of her tours, and she struggles with the mistakes of her past and the nightmares of her present. I can’t imagine a better heroine for this story, and I absolutely loved getting to know her better the more I read. Even though she struggled to know how to be a good mom, and how to relate to her daughter, Audrey, I think she did a fantastic job, although I wouldn’t necessarily say the same thing about her relationship—or lack of one—with Ben.
Ben King is a wonderful character as well! His music career has taken him through many ups and downs, but I think the worst thing about it is that it took him away from Kacey. I know that there were other circumstances that affected the situation, but still, I could definitely understand why Kacey was hurt. I will admit though, that Ben is a really good musician and I’m sure it was a good thing he did pursue his music career, and besides, we wouldn’t have had this fantastic story if he hadn’t! Aside from that, I love how much of a protector Ben is, and how he can’t stand to see anyone hurt but is always trying to come to the rescue, as I thought that was just the sweetest thing.
Another relationship I couldn’t get enough of was Sierra and Ian’s. In this book, they were more secondary characters than anything else, but I still really loved getting to know them and see them go back and forth on different things. Their relationship was more dramatic than Ben and Kacey’s, so it definitely added another enjoyable element to this novel. I’m not going to say that they were on the best of terms when we left them at the end of this book, so I hope that we get to read the rest of their story before the end of the series.
All in all, I really loved this novel, and I can’t wait to read more Montana Rescue books! I am definitely giving Wild Montana Skies all five bookshelves, and I can’t imagine not giving it a place on my all-time favorites list. This story had tons of action, romance, and unexpected events, and it kept me hooked until the very end, so I highly recommend it!!! And, of course, if you like this novel, I strongly suggest you check out the Christiansen Family series. You’re bound to love it!
(This review is from my blog, spreadinghisgrace.blogspot.com)
Nashville has been the best and worst of times for country crooner Benjamin King. His first record sold well, but his fledgling career since then demanded he take on a partnership role. The duo Montgomery King was formed as a bandage to his sinking passion. Then, some 13 years later, Ben returns to his Montana hometown and locks eyes with Kacey Fairing, the girl he never stopped loving.
Kacey is like a balm to his soul. Once engaged to marry his high school sweetheart, Ben’s arrival home again uncovers more than one secret about their past that shatters and heals them in more ways than one.
This novel is a kind of restart for the Christy-award winning talents of Susan May Warren. She not only returns to her storyteller roots, but also a new publisher. If the accolades weren’t enough, the reader's love of Warren’s pen proves she’s a rare talent whose stories never cease to excite, entertain, and enchant. This latest novel further enforces her skill. Wild Montana Skies returns to the basics of the genre she has roots in; romantic suspense. Since Warren’s “Team Hope” series was among the first I ever read by her, returning to this genre is sort of like a “homecoming.”
This story is a fabulous example of everlasting love and the power of family. The family dynamics were, in fact, some of my favorite parts of this book. Something I liked was, that while some of the people in Kacey’s family did wrong by her, they were open to the possibility the choice they made might be wrong. Or the reader feels this is entirely possible before the book ends. The romance is also a charming part of the book. I adored how Ben loved Kacey with unchecked abandon and Kacey, though rigid because of her training, was no less sure. Her emotions (safeguarding her heart) were safely kept hidden away for fear of showing weakness.
Those who like Susan’s backlist or anyone in this genre are going to be swept into this new story. The characters are memorable (especially how everything is set up for future novels), the pacing really well integrated, and best of all, the underlying mystery. I wasn’t convinced I’d like the secondary story between Ian and Sierra. This isn’t because I didn’t like them as characters, more because I don’t tend to like secondary stories that “overtake” the primary. But as I read the story, Warren convinced me theirs is a story worth the patience and investment. (Though to be honest, if their perspectives in ‘Skies’ is a teaser, the back-and-forth, will-they-or-won’t-they might ruffle my patience.)
For those unconvinced this is the right story for them, you can read Susan’s prequel novella, If I Ever Would Leave You. This introduces us to Ian and Sierra and also sets up the mystery that will, presumably track throughout this Montana Rescue series. Get lost in Warren’s new series this weekend with Wild Montana Skies. Around the bend, there is a team of heroic men and women waiting to rescue you with their wonderful stories.
Sincere thanks to the publisher for providing a complimentary copy of this book.