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About the Author

Rachel Lee was hooked on writing by the age of twelve, and practiced her craft as she moved from place to place all over the United States. This New York Times bestselling author now resides in Florida and has the joy of writing full-time.

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Ryder Kelstrom strolled along one of Wyoming's dusty roads in no particular hurry. He'd chosen the slowest way possible of getting from the East Coast to the West because he had a lot of emotional baggage he wanted to deal with before he met his brother-in-law in Fresno. So here he was, hiking along some desolate county road in a place he'd never heard of, with only a map to guide him to the next town and the next bus station.

Fine by him. He was still sorting through a lot, trying to make sense out of the insanity. He felt events settling inside him, but understanding was still beyond reach. Maybe it always would be.

The sky was turning an ugly black-green, and the clouds hung low and heavy. Getting wet didn't worry him, though. He'd managed to live most of his life outdoors, working construction and eventually owning his own building business. He wasn't one to fear the elements except as a possible delay on a contractual deadline. Right now he didn't have any deadlines at all.

Wind pushed at him suddenly, at first chilly enough that he buttoned up his denim jacket. After another half-mile, though, it suddenly turned warmer.

That was odd. He looked up again and could have sworn some of those inky clouds would have scraped treetops if there had been any trees in sight. These wide-open spaces had become familiar to him in his travels, but it still astonished him sometimes to realize he could look horizon to horizon and not see any sign of habitation. He was used to the denser population of the East, and the seemingly empty spaces he'd found since hitting the Midwest delighted him. It was almost possible to feel as if he were alone on the planet.

Certainly he felt utterly alone these days.

The wind buffeted him again, still warm, nearly knocking him off his feet. He staggered a bit then kept on walking. He was definitely going to get wet. A crackle of lightning in one of the clouds concerned him, though. He seemed to be the tallest thing around for miles.

He heard an engine roaring up from behind him, but he didn't bother to stick out a thumb. It was okay to get wet, and he really wasn't in a mood to converse with a stranger. And these days thumbing a ride didn't get you very far very fast. Most people knew better than to pick up hitchhikers and, as he'd already learned from a cop, hitchhiking was now illegal in many places.

But the engine roared up beside him, and he glanced over to see a woman in a battered pickup pacing him. What the hell?

She turned her head and shouted out to him. "Get in. There's a tornado coming and I have a shelter."

He shook his head. "I'll be fine, ma'am. I may get wet, but what's the likelihood a tornado will find me? Slim, don't you think?"

"You don't understand," she shouted as the wind picked up. "This tornado is a mile wide!"

That drew him up short. A mile wide? He'd never seen a tornado in his life outside of news programs, but even so he could appreciate the size of that danger. He'd have to be really foolish to stay out here.

He turned and she braked the truck to let him climb in. He pulled the heavy backpack off his shoulders, tossing it on the floorboard. When he slid into the passenger seat, he couldn't help but notice that she was pretty, with blond ringlets around her face and nicely delineated features. The kind that would be photogenic for sure.

Nor could he escape noticing that she was pregnant. Very pregnant. No judge of such things, he could only guess that she was in her last trimester.

Before he could register more, she hammered the accelerator and dirt and gravel spun out behind them in the seconds before they gained traction. Then they were speeding down the rutted road, bouncing like balls inside the cab.

"It's coming this way," she said, her voice tight. "Straight at us. My place is only a couple of minutes from here." A huge tumbleweed raced across the road in front of them, but she didn't even slow down.

"Maybe it will blow out," he suggested, trying to offer hope.

"Not likely when it's this big."

What did he know? Just what he'd picked up from casual viewing of the news and weather broadcasts. A mile wide? Instinctively he felt she was right: it wasn't going to die very soon, not with that much power in it.

She rounded a bend in the road and he could have almost sworn two of the wheels lifted from the ground. As they swung around, he got a different view of the sky. Now those black clouds seemed to have reached the earth. Was that the tornado?

Drops of rain splattered the dusty windshield. She ignored it. Ahead he could finally see a small farmhouse sheltered by a circle of trees. A few hundred yards away stood an ancient-looking barn. The buildings seemed to be in a slight dip, which had concealed them from him earlier. She headed straight for the buildings as if she wanted to win the Indy 500.

At the last minute she veered, throwing him against the truck's door. This woman was giving no ground to anything in her determination to reach safety. Her fear reached him and made him even more concerned about the weather's threat.

She braked hard and switched off the ignition. "Come on!"

He jumped out, slamming the truck's door, although he wasn't sure it would do a damn bit of good as it seemed the sky had come to earth, inky green, and was racing toward them.

She ran. He worried that she might stumble but she didn't. Then out of tall grasses he spied a metal door in the ground. She bent to open it, but he brushed her hand aside and did the heavy work himself.

It was a heavy steel door. "Get in," he yelled at her as the wind began to howl and tried to pull the door from his grip. She hurried down some cement stairs, vanishing into the ground. Waiting only a second, he followed, battling to drag the door shut behind him.

The day outside had grown as dark as night, but still he glimpsed the bolts that would hold the door closed. There was a moment of struggle, then he banged it shut. Feeling around, he found the heavy bolts and drove them home.

Even with the door shut, he could hear the banshee's wail of the wind outside. He waited.

Then a flashlight beam punctured the darkness, lighting the stairs.

"Come down," she said, her voice shaking, "in case the door goes."

He obeyed and found himself in a tight shelter. It might have held six or eight people at most, but it had a few comforts: a couple of benches, flashlights, a battery-operated radio. It was enough to survive the onslaught.

By the glow of the flashlight, he watched her twist her hands nervously as she listened to the wind howl. He tried to think of something reassuring to say, but he couldn't imagine what. There was a tornado coming and they could do nothing but ride it out.

"My house," she said, fear edging her voice.

"Worry about that if you have to," he said as gently as he could. "We don't know. It might miss you entirely."

"I hope so."

"What about your husband? He's not home I gather."

"He's dead," she said baldly.

He sure as hell didn't know how to respond to that. A woman so far along in pregnancy, and she had no husband to help her? That was pretty bad all by itself, especially out here in what seemed to him, at least, to be the middle of nowhere. "Anybody else?"

"I haven't lived here that long. I don't really know anybody but my doctor."

He was sure this line of conversation wasn't making her feel any better. When she reached over and switched on the battery-operated radio, he was glad of it.

Static hissed loudly, and a mechanical voice advised there was a tornado warning for all of Conard County. It advised taking shelter immediately because there was a large funnel moving northeast from the state highway. Several other funnels had been spotted.

"That's not good," she said, her voice thin. He watched her gaze trail to the storm door that protected them, and just at that moment something banged it hard. They both jumped a little.

The mechanical warning kept repeating in the background, fading out completely to static from time to time. How long could this go on? Ryder wondered. Only a few minutes, surely. But how would they know whether the storm was still approaching and when it had passed? Maybe they'd get an all-clear.

She looked ghastly in the flashlight's beam, and her face seemed to grow more pinched with every second.

"I guess I should introduce myself," he said, hoping to distract her. "I'm Ryder Kelstrom."

Her frightened gaze left the door and returned to him.

"Marti Chastain."

"When's the baby coming?"

"About two months."

"That's soon."

"It feels like forever sometimes." But he noted the protective way she folded her arms over her belly, cradling her unborn child. "Boy or girl?" he asked.

"Girl. I'm going to call her Linda Marie."

"That's pretty." Maybe talking about the baby was the ticket, he decided, not that he had a whole lot of experience with pregnant women. His own wife had never wanted to conceive, a good thing given how it had all turned out. It was hard enough to explain her suicide to himself without having to explain it to a child.

"Have you got everything ready?"

Before she could answer, however, something else slammed the steel door, nearly deafening them, and then a steady hammering began. Hail maybe. It was loud enough to drown out the radio, which might actually be a mercy.

"I'm from back East," he remarked, raising his voice to be heard, trying more distraction. "I'm not used to this."

"I'm not used to this, either," she called back. "I've only been here a few months. I never expected this."

"Nobody does," he agreed. "I bet even the people who live in Tornado Alley don't expect it'll...


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Product Details

  • Mass Market Paperback: 224 pages
  • Publisher: Harlequin (May 22, 2012)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 0373277776
  • ISBN-13: 978-0373277773
  • Product Dimensions: 4.2 x 0.6 x 6.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 0.8 ounces
  • Average Customer Review: 4.2 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (9 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #1,828,914 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

More About the Author

Writing found me, not the other way around. In third grade a teacher asked me to help write a play for the class to put on for a school assembly. The bug bit firmly and permanently.

Among my favorite things is having coffee with a friend, cooking Korean food, and trying to figure out my two cats.

Among the high points of my travels were visiting Mayan pyramids, Roman forts, Gothic churches and the Eiffel Tower. I even got to stand where Charlemagne once held court. Oh, and I walked the Freedom Trail in Boston.

There's still a lot more I want to see.

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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful By Amazon Customer on June 6, 2012
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I freely admit - I have purchased every one of the Conard County books since I found the first one (actually the second of the series). I found this storyline very intriging; similar to the story of Micah and Faith but this time with two people who are trying to get past the bad things in their life to move forward and build something better. The introspection they both have, both by themselves and with each other, is particularly good. I just wish it had been a little longer (I would have loved an epilogue with Linda Marie being born) and had included a few more "who's still around" characters popping up. That's the fun of reading a series as long as this one is. Definitely worth the read. Looking forward to even more.
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By paula legate on February 18, 2013
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This story is a perfect example of good things can happen out of bad situations. Ryder was walking down the road. He was taking the long way to see his brother in law. Ryder had lost his wife, and wanted to spend some time with his brother in law, hoping together they could both heal, and move forward in life. Marti stopped on the side of the road, and told Ryder to get into her truck. She explained a mile wide tornado was coming straight towards them. She told him she had a tornado shelter. They made it to the shelter. After the storm there was so much damage. Ryder was not going to leave Marti who was pregnant to make all the repairs herself, and clean up after the storm. He talked her into letting him stay with her, while he did the repairs. They started out as strangers meeting because of a tornado, and a friendship grew. This story touched my heart. Their friendship grew into a magical romance where dreams can come true. I really enjoyed this story. It was a light romance.
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By Erin Brown on February 11, 2013
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The plot was fairly believable, but the widow's former marriage killed the story for me. I just can't relate to a heroine who can stay in such a crappy union, then, pregnant and broke, consider herself whole, strong, and healed enough to jump into another (albeit healthier) relationship.
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By Amazon Customer on June 13, 2013
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I normally like most of this author's books, but this one was just so-so for me. I did really enjoy the part where the hero's brother-in-law comes after him and confronts him at the farm. That part was suspenseful and very well written. The rest of it was just okay for me.
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Interesting characters well developed. Plot has interesting variations despite common theme (strangers help each other and find love while triumphing over evil).
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