Case in point: for several years now her youngest son has spent much of his summers (he’s a teacher) fighting fires. He grew up surrounded by Oregon forests which she believes has a great deal to do with his determination to protect the wilderness. Yes the money is good but that doesn’t make up for the taxing physical work and occasional danger. When asked why he takes the risks he does, he simply says it’s a job that needs to be done and he can do it.
Vella gave her son’s dedication and passion to Kade Morgan, the hero of Summer Flames. Like Vella’s son, Kade lives and breathes evergreens and wildlife. Neither of them has any interest in city living and willingly spend countless hours in the mountains. The mountains speak to them. Own them even. The more Vella thought about what drives Kade, the more she wanted to introduce him to a woman who feels passionately which is why she brought Chera James into Kade’s world.
Hopefully, Vella says, readers of Summer Flames will fall in love with Kade as Chera did.
School teacher Chera James wants only one thing from rugged forester Kade Morgan: permission to explore the acres of wilderness he owns. Walking the pristine land that holds her own family’s roots stills the restlessness that has long consumed her, but it also holds the key to grant funding that can mean a huge difference to her professionally.
Kade is all man…fiercely independent, and willing to sacrifice everything—even his life—to protect his mountain. Danger lurks everywhere—and Kade realizes they’re not alone in the woods…someone else is there, watching them. It’s life or death—can he trust Chera? Or is she part of the set-up to take everything he’s worked so hard to build?
Every moment Chera spends with Kade makes her blood race and her heart beat like a wild drum. But trust doesn’t come easy. Kade wants the truth, but Chera makes him forget the rules of survival he’s always followed. Now that she’s come into his life, will they both be consumed by SUMMER FLAMES?
Fire! Five desperate minutes ago she'd seen flames heading away from the narrow logging road at the bottom of the mountain. The flames were licking their way toward summer dry brush and evergreens.
"Lady! What the devil–"
"Fire!" she screamed up at the man who suddenly appeared. "There's a fire. It–"
Twin vises clamped around her upper arms and she was pulled within an inch of a big, broad male chest sheathed in overworked flannel.
"Where?" he demanded.
Although he continued to grip her so tightly she was rapidly losing circulation in her arms, she managed to jerk her head in the direction she'd come from. "On the flat. Just after the turnoff to this road."
"We don't have time to talk," she interrupted. "We have–"
He released her and spun away, yelling for everyone to jump into their rigs and haul down the mountain. As the men responded to his command, he whirled back around.
She saw his leathered hand snake toward her but didn't have time to do more than think about shying away before he again imprisoned her. He began dragging her with him.
"Wait!" She planted her heels. At least, she tried to. In truth, she felt like a small dog being pulled behind an impatient master. "What are you–"
"You're coming with me."
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