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Memories of rescuing her fueled his dreams. Seeing her again fueled his desire.
Far from the mountains of Afghanistan, Abby Stewart found solace in the wild country of western Colorado. But after finishing one war, she was caught in another. In securing the crime scene, Lieutenant Michael Dance was more surprised to see Abby than the dead body. How could he forget her face after caring for her wounds and saving her life? And yet she didn't remember him at all. That wouldn't stop him from embarking on a high stakes investigation leading to much worse than murder. And if it helped jog Abby's memory and soften her toward him, he wouldn't leave her side until she was safe once more…
The Guardian (The Ranger Brigade), by Cindi Myers- Amazon Sales Rank: #270936 in eBooks
- Published on: 2015-06-01
- Released on: 2015-06-01
- Format: Kindle eBook
About the Author Cindy Myers became one of the most popular people in eighth grade when she and her best friend wrote a torrid historical romance and passed the manuscript around among friends. Fame was short-lived, alas; the English teacher confiscated the manuscript. Since then, Cindy has written more than 50 published novels. Her historical and contemporary romances and women’s fiction have garnered praise from reviewers and readers alike.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Abby Stewart was not lost. Maybe she'd wandered a little off her planned route, but she wasn't lost.She was a scientist and a decorated war veteran. She had GPS and maps and a good sense of direction. So she couldn't be lost. But standing in the middle of nowhere in the Colorado wilderness did have her a little disoriented, she could admit. The problem was, the terrain around Black Canyon of the Gunnison National Park tended to all look the same after a while: thousands of acres of rugged, roadless wilderness covered in pinon forests, and scrubby desert set against a backdrop of spectacular mountain views. People did get lost out here every year.But Abby wasn't one of them, she reminded herself again. She took a deep breath and consulted her handheld GPS. There was the shallow draw she'd just passed, and to the west were the foothills of the Cimarron Mountains. And there was her location now. The display showed she'd hiked three miles from her car. All she had to do was head northeast and she'd eventually make it back to her parking spot and the red dirt two-track she'd driven in on. Feeling more reassured, she returned the GPS unit to her backpack and scanned the landscape around her. To a casual observer, the place probably looked pretty desolate—a high plateau of scrubby grass, cactus and stunted juniper. But to Abby, who was on her way to earning a master's degree in environmental science, the Black Canyon of the Gunnison was a treasure trove of more than eight hundred plant species, including the handful she was focusing on in her research.Her anxiety over temporarily losing her bearings vanished as she focused on a gray-green clump of vegetation in the shadow of a misshapen pinon. She bent over, peering closer, and a surge of triumph filled her. Yes! A terrific specimen of Lomatium concinnum— desert parsley to the layman. Number four on the list of species she needed to collect for her research. She knelt and slipped off her pack and quickly took out a digital camera, small trowel and collecting bag.Intent on photographing the parsley in place, then carefully digging it up, leaving as much of the root system intact as possible, she missed the sounds of approaching footsteps until they were almost on her. A branch crackled and she started, heart pounding. She peered into the dense underbrush in front of her, in the direction of the sound, and heard a shuffling noise—the muffled swish of fabric rubbing against the brush. Whoever this was wasn't trying to be particularly quiet, but what were they doing out here, literally in the middle of nowhere?In the week Abby had been camped in the area she'd seen fewer than a dozen other people since checking in at the park ranger station, and all of those had been in the campground or along the paved road. Here in the backcountry she'd imagined herself completely alone.Stealthily, she slid the Sig Sauer from the holster at her side. She'd told the few friends who'd asked about the gun that she carried it to deal with snakes and other wildlife she might encounter in the backcountry, but the truth was, ever since her stint in Afghanistan, she felt safer armed when she went out alone. Flashes of unsettling memories crowded her mind as she drew the weapon; suddenly, she was back in Kandahar, stalking insurgents who'd just wiped out half her patrol group. As a woman, she'd often been tasked with going into the homes of locals to question the women there with the aid of an interpreter. Every time she stepped into one of those homes, she wondered if she'd come out alive. This scene had the same sense of being cut off from the rest of the world, the same sense of paranoia and danger.Heart racing, she struggled to control her breathing and to push the memories away. She wasn't in Afghanistan. She was in Colorado. In a national park. She was safe. This was probably just another hiker, someone else who appreciated the solitude and peace of the wilderness. She inched forward and pushed aside the feathery, aromatic branches of a pinon.A small, dark woman bent over the ground, deftly pulling up plants and stuffing them into the pockets of her full skirt. Dandelions, Abby noted. A popular edible wild green. She replaced the gun in its holster and stood. "Hello," she said.The woman jumped and dropped a handful of dandelions. She turned, as if to run. "Wait!" Abby called. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you." She retrieved the plants and held them out to the woman. She was young, barely out of her teens, and very beautiful. Her skin was the rich brown of toffee, and she had high cheekbones, a rosebud mouth and large black eyes framed by lacy lashes. She wore a loose blue blouse, a long, full skirt and leather sandals, with a plaid shawl draped across her body.She came forward and hesitantly accepted the dandelions from Abby. "Gracias," she said, her voice just above a whisper.Latina, Abby thought. A large community of Mexican immigrants lived in the area. She searched her mind for what schoolgirl Spanish she could recall. "Habla inglés?"The woman shook her head and wrapped her arms around what Abby had first assumed to be a bag for storing the plants she collected, but she now realized was a swaddled infant, cradled close to the woman's torso with a sling made from the red, blue and green shawl. "You have a baby!" Abby smiled. "A niño" she added.The woman held the baby closer and stared at Abby, eyes wide with fear.Maybe she was an illegal, afraid Abby would report her to the authorities. "Don't worry," Abby said, unable to remember the Spanish words. "I'm looking for plants, like you." She broke a stem from the desert parsley and held it out. "Donde esta este? " she asked. Where is this?The woman eyed Abby warily, but stepped forward to study the plant. She nodded. "Si. Yo conozco.""You know this plant? Can you show me where to find more? Donde esta?"The woman looked around, then motioned Abby to follow her. Abby did so, excitement growing. So far, specimens of Lomatium had been rare. Having more plants to study would be a tremendous find.The woman moved rapidly over the rough ground despite her long skirts and the burden of the baby. Her black hair swung behind her in a ponytail that reached almost to her waist. Where did she live? The closest homes were miles from here, and the only road into this section of the park was the one Abby had come in on. Was she collecting the dandelions because she had an interest in wild food—or because it was the only thing she had to eat?The woman stopped abruptly beside a large rock and looked down at the ground. Desert parsley spread out for several feet in every direction—the most specimens Abby had ever seen. Her smile widened. "That's wonderful. Thank you so much. Muchas gracias?" She clasped the woman's hand and shook it. The woman offered a shy smile."Mi nombre es Abby.""Soy Mariposa," the woman said.Mariposa. Butterfly. Her name was butterfly? "Y su niño?" Abby nodded to the baby.Mariposa smiled and folded back the blanket to reveal a tiny dark-haired infant. "Es una niña," she said. "Angelique.""Angelique," Abby repeated. A little angel."Usted ha cido harido." Mariposa lightly touched the side of Abby's face.Abby flinched. Not because the touch was painful, but because she didn't like being reminded of the scar there. Multiple surgeries and time had faded the wound made by shrapnel from a roadside bomb, but the puckered white gash that ran from just above her left ear to midcheekbone would never be entirely gone. She wore her hair long and brushed forward to hide the worst of the scar, but alone in the wilderness on this warm day she'd clipped her hair back to keep it out of the way while she worked. She had no idea what the Spanish words Mariposa had spoken meant, but she was sure they were in reference to this disfigurement. "Es no importante," she said, shaking her head.She turned away, the profile of her good side to the woman, and spotted a delicate white flower. The three round petals blushed a deep purplish pink near their center. Half a dozen similar blooms rose nearby on slender, leafless stems. Abby knelt and slipped off her backpack and took out her trowel. She deftly dug up one of the flowers, revealing a fat white bulb. She brushed the dirt from the bulb and handed the plant to the woman. "Este es comer. Bueno." Her paltry Spanish frustrated her. "It's good to eat," she said, as if the English would make any more sense to her new friend.Mariposa stroked the velvety petal of the flower and nodded. "It's called a mariposa lily," Abby said. "Su nombre es Mariposa tambien."Mariposa nodded, then knelt and began digging up a second lily. Maybe she was just humoring Abby—or maybe she really needed the food. Abby hoped it was the former. As much as her studies had taught her about wild plants, she'd hate to have to depend on them for survival.She turned to her pack once more and took out another collection bag, then remembered the energy bars stashed on the opposite side of the pack. They weren't much, but she'd give them to Mariposa. They'd at least be a change from roots. She found three bars and pressed them into the woman's hands. "For usted," she said."Gracias." Mariposa slipped the bars into the pocket of her skirt, then watched as Abby took out the camera and photographed the parsley plants. On impulse, she turned and aimed the camera at Mariposa. Click. And there she was, captured on the screen of the camera, face solemn but still very beautiful."You don't mind, do you?" Abby asked. She turned the camera so that the woman could see the picture.Mariposa squinted at the image, but said nothing.For a few minutes, the two women worked side by side, Mariposa digging lilies and Abby collecting more specimens of parsley. Though Abby usually preferred to work alone, it was nice being with Mariposa. She only wished she spoke better Spanish or Mariposa knew English, so she could find out more about where her new friend was from and why she was here in such a remote location.Though the army had trained Abby to always be attuned to changes in the landscape around her, she must have gotten rusty since her return to civilian life. Mariposa was the first to stiffen and look toward the brush to the right of the women.Abby heard the movements a second later—a group of people moving through the brush toward them, their voices carrying in the still air, though they were still some distance away.She was about to ask Mariposa if she knew these newcomers when the young woman took off running. Her sudden departure startled Abby so much she didn't immediately react. She stared after the young woman, trying to make sense of what she was seeing.Mariposa ran with her skirt held up, legs lifted high, in the opposite direction of the approaching strangers, stumbling over the uneven terrain as if her life depended on it. Abby debated running after her, but what would that do but frighten the woman more? She watched the fleeing figure until she'd disappeared over a slight rise, then glanced back toward the voices. They were getting louder, moving closer at a rapid pace.Abby slipped on the pack and unholstered the weapon once more, then settled into the shade of a boulder to wait.The group moved steadily toward her. All men, from the sound of them. The uneven terrain and stubby trees blocked them from view, but their voices carried easily in the stillness. They weren't attempting stealth; instead, they shouted and crashed through the underbrush with a great crackling of breaking twigs and branches. As they neared she thought she heard both English and Spanish. They seemed to be searching for someone, shouting, "Come out!" and, "Where is he?"Or were they saying, "Where is she?" Were they looking for Mariposa? Why?The first gunshots sent a jolt of adrenaline to her heart. She gripped the pistol more tightly and hunkered down closer to the boulder. For a moment she was back in Afghanistan, pinned down by enemy fire, unable to fight back. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth, fighting for calm. She wasn't over there anymore. She was in the United States. No one was shooting at her. She was safe.A second rapid burst of gunfire shattered the air, and Abby bit down on her lip so hard she tasted blood. Then everything went still. The echo of the concussion reverberated in the air, ringing in her ears. She couldn't hear the men anymore, though whether because they were silent or because she was momentarily deaf, she didn't know. She opened her eyes and reached into the pocket of her jeans to grip the small ceramic figure of a rabbit she kept there. She'd awoken in the field hospital with it clutched in her hand; she had no idea who had put the rabbit there, but ever since, she'd kept it as a kind of good-luck charm. The familiar feel of its smooth sides and little pointed ears calmed her. She was safe. She was all right.The voices drifted to her once more, less agitated now, and receding. They gradually faded altogether, until everything around her was silent once more.She waited a full ten minutes behind the boulder, clutching the pistol in both hands, every muscle tensed and poised to defend herself. After the clock on her phone told her the time she'd allotted had passed, she stood and scanned the wilderness around her. Nothing. No men, no Mariposa, no dust clouds marking the trail of a vehicle. The landscape was as still as a painting, not even a breeze stirring the leaves of the stunted trees.Still shaky from the adrenaline rush, she holstered the pistol and settled the backpack more firmly on her shoulder. She could return to her car, but would that increase her chances of running into the men? Maybe it would be better to remain here for a while longer. She'd go about her business and give the men time to move farther away.She returned to the parsley plants. Digging up the specimen calmed her further. She cradled the uprooted plant in her fingers and slid it into the plastic collection bag, then labeled the bag with the date, time and GPS coordinates where she'd found it, and stowed it in her pack. Then she stood and stretched. Her muscles ached from tension. Time to head back to camp. She'd clean up, then stop by the ranger station and report the men and the shooting—but not Mariposa. She had no desire to betray the woman's secrets, whatever they were.She checked her GPS to orient herself, then turned southwest, in the direction of her car and the road. She had no trail to follow, only paths made by animals and the red line on the GPS unit that marked her route into this area. On patrol in Kandahar she'd used similar GPS units, but just as often she'd relied on the memory of landmarks or even the positioning of stars. Nothing over there had ever felt familiar to her, but she'd learned to accept the unfamiliarity, until the day that roadside bomb had almost taken everything away.She picked her way carefully through the rough landscape, around clumps of prickly pear cactus and desert willows, past sagebrush and Mormon tea and dozens of other plants she identified out of long habit. She kept her eyes focused down, hoping to spot one of the other coveted species on her list. All the plants were considered rare in the area, and all held promise of medical uses. The research she was doing now might one day lead to cultivation of these species to treat cancer or Parkinson's or some other crippling disease.So focused was she on cataloging the plants around her that she didn't see the fallen branch until she'd stumbled over it. Cursing her own clumsiness, she straightened and looked back at the offending obstacle. It stuck out from beneath a clump of rabbitbrush, dark brown and as big around as a man's arm. What kind of a tree would that be, the bark such a dark color—and out here in an area where large trees were rare?She bent to look closer and cold horror swept over her. She hadn't fallen over a branch at all. The thing that had tripped her was a man. He lay sprawled on the ground, arms outstretched, lifeless eyes staring up at her, long past seeing anything.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. This is the first book in a series and it is easy to see where the next books will continue By lep I received a complimentary book from Net Galley and the publisher in exchange for an honest review.This is a Harlequin Intrigue series book. I am an avid romantic suspense reader even though many of the books are dark and include graphic violence and sex. Often after reading a few of them, my mind needs to read something much lighter. Harlequin Intrigue seems to fit the bill.The Guardian takes place in Colorado. Abby Stewart returned from Afghanistan five years ago after being seriously injured and almost dying.Lieutenant Michael Dance was an Air Force pararescueman who worked very long and hard to save her life. He has never forgotten him On the other hand, she cannot remember anything of that time.Abby returned with PSTD, a scarred face and the necessity to stay away from people. She is getting her masters degree where she has been given a grant to explore the medicinal property of different kinds of plants.While she is in the woods exploring, she meets an Hispanic woman and a child who appear scared and doesn't speak much. While they are talking a group of men appear loudly talking although neither knows about what. The woman runs away and Abby hides. Later on, Abby discovers a dead body in the woods.Abby goes to tell the authorities when she walks into a meeting of a task force set up to look into drugs, the trafficking of women and other illegal activities that might be going on in the woods. Lt. Michael Dance happens to be working with the task force and recognizes Abby.Michael is attracted to Abby and wants to get close to Abby by helping her remember the experience in Afghanistan.This is the first book in a series and it is easy to see where the next books will continue. However this is not a cliiffhanger because Abby and Michael's story ends in this book.Cindy Meyers is a fantastic writer. Her chapters run fluently into one another just as Abby and Michael's story works fluently with the overall plot. The long term plot does not feel like a cliffhanger because it can clearly be updated and reviewed in the next book.I would definitely recommend this book to romantic suspense lovers who do not like the darker segments that are usually a part of the mainstream novels that fit this genre. However it has a little more action than the cozy mysteries.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. Good By Rhonda 4 starsLots of drama, action and mystery. There is a love scene that I skipped over easy. The characters are likeable and I would like to see them again.There is a task force to work together to deal with National forrest and park. With FBI Agent, ICE, Border control ect.Abby Stewart was in the back lands of the park collecting plants. Trying to find plants for medicine.While she is out she runs into a woman with a baby collecting plants to eat. She also heard a bunch of men talking, shots and found a dead man.Abby was wounded in Afghanistan. Her face is scarred. She has PSTD too. She is single working on her masters.Michael Dance recognized her when she came to the task force to report the murder. Michael saved her life in Afghan when he was a Air Force pararescuemen. He could never forget her. He is still drawn to her. Michael is not a border patrol agent,Abby and Michael end up working together to find different things in the back country and wind up facing danger.The setting Black Canyon in the Gunnison National Park in Colorado.I would like to read more in the Ranger Brigade series. I want to see what happens next.I was given this ebook to read by Net Galley and Harlequin. In return I agreed to give a honest review.
1 of 1 people found the following review helpful. Nice story of two veterans By Sparkymom Abby and Michael are both veterans trying to find themselves in new professions. Michael is working in law enforcement while Abby is trying to complete work on a grant to study the medicinal properties of plants. In her plant hunting expeditions, Abby meets someone she shouldn't have and ends up stumbling upon a body. Through the process of reporting the murder, she ends up reconnecting with Michael. As the pararescueman who saved her life in Afghanistan, he remembers her, but she doesn't remember him at all. Michael has carried a torch for Abby for years. He is determined not to let danger touch her if he can help it. If it also gives him a chance to get closer to her, he doesn't mind. Abby is scarred both emotionally and physically from her time in the military. She resists Michael's efforts to help her but can't help being attracted to him. In the meantime, something dangerous is happening on federal land, and it is up to these two to figure out what and stop it.This was a nice afternoon read, and I enjoyed it. Net Galley provided a copy for review.
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