Wait for Me (Montana Rescue, 6, Band 6) - Softcover

May Warren, Susan May

Softcover

ISBN 10: 0800727487 ISBN 13: 9780800727482

Verlag: Revell, 2018

Inhaltsangabe

When two women go missing in the Montana wilderness, Pete Brooks must trust his skills, teammates--and the woman who broke his heart--if he hopes to bring them all home alive.

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Susan May Warren is the USA Today bestselling author of nearly 90 novels with more than 1.5 million books sold, including the Global Search and Rescue and the Montana Rescue series, as well as Sunrise and Sunburst. Winner of a RITA Award and multiple Christy and Carol Awards, as well as the HOLT Medallion and numerous Readers' Choice Awards, Susan makes her home in Minnesota. Find her online at www.susanmaywarren.com, on Facebook @SusanMayWarrenFiction, and on Twitter @SusanMayWarren.

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With Jess and Pete, every day is lived at full throttle.
Now if they can only stay alive to enjoy it.

Pete Brooks can't believe he's waited an entire year for EMT Jess Tagg to return to Montana, only to have her break his heart. Worse, a series of mistakes on the job has cost lives, and Pete isn't sure he wants to continue to work in search and rescue. Maybe if he can just get over Jess, he can figure out how to move forward.

When a terrible fight between Jess and Pete sparks an impulsive decision, Jess finds herself crashed on the side of a highway along with two others. Just when Jess thinks things couldn't get any worse, they are taken captive and dragged into the untamed Montana wilderness--with murderous intent.

Now Pete will have to call on everything he's learned to find them--and pray that his past mistakes don't cost him the life of the woman he can't stop loving.


Praise for the Montana Rescue series

"Warren's stalwart characters and engaging story lines make her Montana Rescue series a must-read."--Booklist

"Faith, action, romantic tension, humor, and emotional depth."--Publishers Weekly

"Warren excels at creating flawed characters the reader cares about, as well as building a suspenseful adventure."--Christian Library Journal


Susan May Warren is the USA Today, ECPA, and CBA bestselling author of over sixty novels with more than one million books sold. Winner of a RITA® Award and multiple Christy and Carol Awards, as well as the HOLT and numerous Readers' Choice Awards, Susan can be found online at www.susanmaywarren.com, on Facebook at Susan May Warren Fiction, and on Twitter @susanmaywarren.

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Wait for Me

By Susan May Warren

Baker Publishing Group

Copyright © 2018 Susan May Warren
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-8007-2748-2

CHAPTER 1

He wasn't looking for trouble, but if Pete didn't act right now, at least one person was going to die.

And more than anything, SAR incident commander Pete Brooks was sick of failing, of seeing lives destroyed. Especially on his watch.

"You should wait." His co-rescuer, Aimee, grabbed the back of his shirt, as if to keep him from sliding down the slope into the churning black floodwaters of the Meramec River. The 218-mile river had overflowed its banks two days ago under a torrent of rain caused by the tail end of a Cat 4 hurricane that ravaged the Gulf Coast, then traveled northward. All six Ozark highland counties, nearly three thousand square miles, sat under grimy waters, and the rain continued to fall.

Pete and his disaster team had spent the past twenty-four hours hauling people off roofs, pulling them from debris, and searching for the unaccounted.

Now, heading back to their hotel in their SUV, they'd come upon a washed-out bridge. And in the frothing waters, a caravan, drowning fast in the swift current.

Please, let there not be a family inside.

"We don't have time. We need to move, now." The SUV's headlights scraped over the bridge, most of which was submerged, having taken a hit after an old railroad bridge from upstream slammed into the girders.

Pete had watched it happen, wanted to scream at the caravan edging its way over the swollen waters. He'd pumped his brakes, slammed the SUV into park, and was halfway out when the bridge collapsed.

"You can't go in there alone," Aimee said, scrambling up the bank after him.

"I'm not an idiot," Pete snapped, and instantly regretted it. It wasn't Aimee's fault he'd had barely four hours of sleep in the past day and a half. Everyone on his team was functioning on raw, serrated nerves, their veins pumping more coffee than blood. "Sorry." He turned to Jamie Walsh, who was climbing out of the SUV. "Walsh — throw me that rope and tie it off."

The recruit, ex-navy, all muscle and get-'er-done, pulled the coil of line from the back end and secured it to the jack. He tossed the rest of the coil, plus a harness, to Pete.

Pete pulled the harness on, one eye on the gray caravan as Aimee shined the Maglite on his movements.

"Don't lose them!" he said to Aimee. He could buckle on his gear in his sleep, for Pete's sake.

She directed the light across the frothy waters.

He clipped on the carabiner, buckled on a helmet, and grabbed the life jacket Walsh handed him. "Give me two more."

Walsh loaded him up, and Pete also grabbed another harness.

The roar of the river drowned the thunder of his pulse.

Maybe he should wait. Going in the water was always the last choice. The waters frothed, choked with debris and who knew what lethal underwater booby traps.

But now the caravan lay on its side, half-submerged, trapped fifty feet downstream against a cement pylon that could give way at any moment.

"Turn the truck and keep the lights on the river," he said to Aimee, then glanced at Walsh.

Good man. He'd anchored himself in with webbing to a nearby tree and would belay Pete into the wash.

Don't let go. He wanted to say it, but it sounded, well, weak.

Afraid. As if he expected disaster.

Although, with his recent run of luck ...

Instead, "Call for backup," he said to Aimee, because, well, he wasn't an idiot. His simple plan in this torrent was to get whoever was trapped in the car out and wait for help.

The night sky was dark as ink, the drizzle insidious as it soaked his shirt, his canvas pants, and sent a shiver down his back.

He waded into the wash. The current nearly swept his feet out from under him.

He should wait. He nearly turned back, except for the voice lifting from the vehicle, haunting across the waters.

"Help!" A man had crawled out of the van and was waving his arms, screaming, the words eaten by the violence of the storm.

Pete still made out the word child. Went cold.

"Stay put! I'm coming for you!"

A tree with stripped arms twisted past him. Pete let it go, then plunged into the frigid water. It rose to his shins, then his knees. When it hit his waist and higher, he sprang out, swimming hard for the other side.

He'd always been a strong swimmer, but he was no match for the flow as it caught him up, tumbling downstream. Walsh belayed out his line, and twenty feet from the vehicle, Pete turned onto his back, feet downstream, and let the current have him, paddling hard with his arms for the right trajectory.

The river had yanked the caravan around, and the passenger side was downstream, submerged. Pete slid by, grabbed the bumper, and wrestled himself around. He jammed his feet against the carriage as the water crested over him, filling his eyes, his mouth.

Gulping a breath, he forced himself up onto the vehicle's side. A man lay on the side of the car, reaching inside. He didn't look at Pete. "I can't get them out!"

A woman was wedged inside against the dashboard, her belt pinning her, her mouth just above the rising tide.

A toddler screamed in a seat just behind the driver's side, still above the rising waters, but —

"I got 'em." Pete pulled the man up and buckled his life preserver around him. "You need to get to safety."

"Not without my family!"

Okay, Pete understood that tone. And didn't have time to fight him. "All right. But put this on." He unhooked the second harness and handed it to the man. Then he took his belay rope and hooked it to the harness. "Stay put. I'll get your wife."

The man obeyed, his face grim in the shadows.

Shouting came from shore, probably from Aimee.

Pete unbuckled his helmet, shoved it into the man's hands, took a breath, and climbed in, submerging himself next to the woman. His hands scraped over her writhing body. Her grip clawed into his arms as he searched for her buckle and the other debris that imprisoned her.

Her legs were pinned against the dashboard, but if he could unbelt her, move the seat back —

His lungs burned, and he came up gasping.

The man was screaming. "It's over her head!"

Pete took another breath and plunged back into the depths. She clawed at him, frantic.

He found the buckle, popped it, and she floated up.

But not enough. Her feet were still trapped. He came up for air, gasping, as her hand clutched his shirt.

"You have to let me go, ma'am."

"I'm scared —"

"I know — trust me!"

She shook her head, but he grabbed her hands, wrenched them away — yeah, he probably hurt her, but it was better than dying — and plunged back in.

The seat was electric. Foolishly, he tried to move the seat back, then, in desperation, grabbed her and tried to tug her out.

His lungs turned to fire before he surfaced. The water had crested over her again.

Above him, into the night, the man was screaming, his hands entangled with his wife's. "Save her!"

Pete went back under.

He couldn't open his eyes and cursed his lack of equipment. But he'd see nothing in this darkness, and maybe damage his eyes in the dirty water and debris. Feeling his way around her body, his hand landed on the seat tilt-back lever. Miraculously, it was manual.

He popped it and gave the seat a push. It fell back.

She released, just enough for him to grab her around the waist.

He pulled with everything inside him.

Please let him...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Revell
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2018
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 0800727487
• ISBN 13: 9780800727482
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 336
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