If Mother Nature has her way, Timber Springs will never be the same...
A warm spring and early rainstorms melt the snowpack. Spring runoff compounded by the storm of the century sends Timber Springs into a tailspin.
Tossed into the role of rescuer, local pharmacist Paul Fitzgerald must face his past before the whole world falls apart. While he fights to contain the beast around him, he finds his steadfast control slipping through his fingers. And life…everyone’s life…hangs by a thread once again.
She isn’t a hero. Melissa Hampton has her own demons to battle. After she learns of her mysterious beginnings amidst her mother’s keepsakes, she faces more than just the river rushing outside her door. Now, she must discern friend from foe…but as waters rise and tension climbs within Timber Springs, she needs to rise to the challenge or lose the only man she's ever loved.
Can two people find each other through raging waters?
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~~“Where have you been, young lady?”
The cell slipped to her shoulder when Benjamin Jackson Parker’s bark speared her eardrum. Adjusting it, she buried a snort and answered her irate boss. “I’ve been in and out of service. What’s happening with the creek?”
“It’s rising. Heavy rain fell in the mountains this morning, melting a chunk of the snowpack. Steve isn’t happy with the forecast tonight either.” BJ’s frustration echoed over the phone.
Melissa clenched her jaw, her teeth screeching in her head. She didn’t need his temper now. “Where are you?”
“I’m at the church with the crew. The young pup’s a good boy, Missy, don’t get me wrong, but he needs me. I can clear the mess and—”
Static silenced his voice. Mess? What would that be? The roadblocks you created for him at city hall?
Melissa pictured her best friend’s husband amidst the chaos. The area’s game warden, Steve was also the director of the local Emergency Management Team. Forest fires and sporadic rescues occurred all year, but springtime was another story. Runoff sent everyone in the area into a tither. Never one to stand still, Steve Mitchell began preparing for this particular season months ago. Too bad no one else did. In fact, many stood in his way…
“Missy, do you hear me?”
“Who doesn’t?” Melissa muttered, wincing when his voice pierced her ear. “Sorry, boss. I lost you. What’d you say?”
“Get to the church. Now.”
The connection terminated with a click. Melissa tossed the cell on top of her purse and flipped a U-turn. She headed back to the highway. The anxious, angry tone of her employer bounced around in her head and she growled. “I guess you’ll listen to Steve next time, won’t you, BJ?”
At the intersection, a hard right sent her toward town with a spray of gravel. “Everyone will.”