Healing
Hearts
by
C.B. Clark
Genre:
Western Romantic Suspense
Reeling
from loss and heartbreak, Stella King is desperate to escape painful
memories. The position of nanny on an isolated ranch in British
Columbia's rugged Chilcotin Plateau seems the answer to her
prayers.
Cattle
rancher, Dawson Wheeler, has worked hard to overcome grief and build
a predictable world for his young daughter. The last thing he needs
is the all-too-attractive Stella disrupting the smooth running of his
ranch, especially now that disturbing incidents are happening on his
property.
Defending
his land against those who want to gut it will be a challenge, but
the biggest threat of all may be to his heart.
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Damn it! He
should be home in bed instead of driving on this godforsaken, sorry excuse for
a road in the middle of the night.
A dark shape
darted out of the thick bank of pine trees and sprang onto the road. A pair of
eyes glowed in the glare of his approaching headlights.
He cranked
hard on the steering wheel, avoiding the deer by inches.
The animal,
white tail flashing like a flag, bounded into the ditch and vanished into the
forest.
Dawson
Wheeler released a breath he hadn’t been aware he was holding and eased his
foot off the accelerator. Crashing into a deer or moose wouldn’t make this day
any better. He rolled down his window and inhaled the sweet-smelling,
rain-washed air. The sky had cleared after the morning’s rain shower, and a
thin sliver of moon cast a faint glow over the dark wilderness, the trees silhouetted
against the velvety sky. In the distance, a dusting of fresh snow glimmered on
the jagged peaks of the Coastal Mountains.
Why had he
agreed to this crazy idea? He had enough to do at the ranch without having to
babysit some pampered know-it-all, especially with that damn mine business
hanging over his head.
He slowed as
he approached Spirit Falls. The bus stop was nothing but a widening of the road
with an old wooden bench set amidst weeds and wildflowers. Glancing at his
wristwatch, he grimaced. Mack Hicken, the cantankerous old bus driver who’d
driven the route between Hosten and Spirit Falls for what seemed like forever,
prided himself on keeping to his schedule in spite of flat tires, knee-deep
snowdrifts, and mud-filled ruts.
The bus
would have dropped any passengers off an hour ago, but not a single man-made
light broke the darkness. The rain and accompanying high winds had delayed
Dawson, but the person he was there to pick up should still be waiting. Where
would she go? It wasn’t as if a coffee shop was open down the road, or that she
could catch a ride in a passing vehicle.
Traffic was
sparse on the old logging road at this time of night. Spirit Falls’ heyday had
fizzled with the bust in the lumber market, and most folk had moved on long
ago. The town consisted of a few boarded-up buildings and a broken gas pump.
Jim Svenson ran a small general store for locals, but Jim’s daughter had just
had twins, and the proud grandpa had taken an extended vacation to Hosten to
meet his new grandsons.
The woman
Dawson had come more than a hundred kilometers to pick up must have taken one
glance at the desolate emptiness of Spirit Falls and refused to get off the
bus. She was probably on her way back to the bright lights of Hosten right now.
If she’d bailed, that meant he was off the hook.
Smiling for
the first time that day, he pressed down on the gas pedal and sped away from
the bus stop. A flicker of white on the shoulder ahead caught his eye, and he
slammed on the brakes. The truck skidded to a stop, his seatbelt digging into
his shoulder. Catching his breath, he peered through the mud-spattered
windshield.
A woman sat
perched atop an oversized suitcase. Long, wavy strands of golden hair glowed in
the sweep of light cast by his headlights and formed a halo around a face that
wouldn’t be out of place on the cover of a fashion magazine. Her full lips
lifted in a tentative smile, and she waved.
He frowned
and tugged the photograph of the woman he was supposed to meet from his coat
pocket and squinted in the glow of the dash lights. The lined, grandmotherly
face beamed at him. He glanced at the gorgeous blonde watching him from the
roadside. A sinking feeling settled deep in his gut. He removed his cowboy hat,
ran his fingers through his hair, and tossed the hat onto the passenger seat.
Maybe she was waiting for someone else.
Maybe.
Award-winning
author, C.B. Clark has written six romantic suspense novels published
by The Wild Rose Press. C.B. has always loved reading, especially
romances, but it wasn’t until she lost her voice for a year that
she considered writing her own romantic suspense stories. She grew up
in Canada’s Northwest Territories and Yukon. Graduating with a
degree in Anthropology and Archaeology, she has worked as an
archaeologist and an educator. She enjoys hiking, canoeing, and
snowshoeing with her husband and dog near her home in the wilderness
of central British Columbia.
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