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Only the best stars fall...
Three time bronc-riding champion Tom Colton’s dream of a fourth title ends when he draws Wooden Nickel, a mean little bronc with more twists than a maze. With his heart no longer in rodeo, he figures it’s time to go home to the Triple Star Ranch, the PTSD therapy ranch he and his dad founded to help others with trauma in their pasts. Tom just wants a little time to nurse his hurts and consider his next move.
Amber Hillcrest started out as a Triple Star client and stayed on as a massage therapist. Her dog Nimbus keeps her PTSD in check, but her heart remains bruised. She knows she’s too old and too broken for love, especially with the son of her boss, but he’s hot enough to fill her fantasies for years to come.
Amber tries to keep it professional between them, but Tom proves too irresistible with his big heart and charm. But someone is sabotaging the Triple Star and the neighboring Fantasy Ranch, and an ex-girlfriend keeps coming around, trying to reconnect with Tom. Tom’s hands are full of problems instead of the luscious massage therapist. But when Amber gets kidnapped, Tom will move heaven and earth to get her back and tell her how he truly feels.
Amber jolted out of her chair as sirens screamed across her awareness. Lights flashed from the ridge above the ranch before the fire trucks and emergency vehicles appeared racing along Rt. 224. She threw her feet over the side of the bed and headed for the front windows of her cabin on the Triple Star Ranch.
Please, God, don’t let the Triple Star be burning.
Old panic welled up from places best left locked as she searched the ranch grounds from her windows. No smoke or flames. Where were the firefighters headed?
Amber unlocked her front door and stepped onto the porch. The wind blew in from the west, bringing scents of smoke and burning lumber. She scanned the sunset laden skies to the west and caught the plume of smoke rising in the evening breeze.
Aw hell, that’s the Knight’s place.
She shot back inside her bungalow and changed into jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt with the Triple Star logo of three stars arching over a horseshoe gracing the back. It was too hot outside to wear a coat, but she couldn’t just go over there in flip flops and shorts.
Ranch fires were serious things and neighbors came to help no matter what. It’s something she learned when she’d moved to Wyoming. Everyone pitched in fighting the fire or helping out afterwards.
And the doc said it was part of my therapy, part of what I need to heal.
Still, the panic almost slipped its chain and swallowed her whole. Memories of damn near burning alive in a cabin caught in a forest fire swamped her mind, bringing with it the scents of burning wood. The sound of hissing glass and moisture from the walls filled her ears and the roar of the flames engulfing her sanctuary made her drop to her knees. Heat bloomed across her face, the hot breath of the flames blistering her skin.
Until a cold wet nose and insistent tongue broke through the sounds and smells.
Breath smelling of barbeque chicken treats blasted her nose, stealing the stench of smoke and seared wood. Amber forced her eyes open at the soft whimpers of her service dog Nimbus. The mutt burrowed her way into Amber’s arms. She gasped and wrapped her arms around the gray and black spotted fur, holding on for dear life.
Eventually the warmth and steady heartbeat of her companion drilled through her panic. She held on as it subsided and she returned to awareness. It took several steady, deep breaths before the episode retreated enough for Amber to look up and meet the patient, wise gaze of her dog. Nimbus’s floppy ears perked as if waiting to see if she was truly back.
“Thank you, Nimbus. I love you.” The mantra, her own reentry code brought a gentle tail wag and a doggy grin, but the blue heeler mix didn’t move away. More like blue “healer”.
Sometimes Amber wondered how her dog could be so patient with her when these events happened all too often. But Nimbus never hesitated or shirked her job. She held her place, and Amber’s heart, with a steadfastness belying the usual happy dog she was.
Amber raised her head and took another deep breath before turning her gaze to the west. Lights flashed from their neighbors’ property and she knew firefighters fought the blaze. She wanted to help, to support the men who owned the ranch, but she couldn’t afford another episode. Then she’d be no help to anyone.
But I need to help. I have to go. Back into the clutches of fear? No, but she could do support services. She’d heard about the teams of people supporting and supplying the men and women fighting the fires. I could do that. She could bring water and food and blankets and supplies. She wouldn’t have to face the fire, just help those who did.
“Come on, Nimbus.” Amber rose and headed for her closet. “We’re going to help, even if it’s only to support Ransom, Tansy, and Dane.” The Knights had always been nice to her and welcomed her despite her PTSD. It was time to give back.
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