The elite fire experts of Mount Hood Aviation fly into places even the CIA can’t penetrate.
She’s just jumped square into the heart of the blaze:
When Australian bush pilot Jeannie Clark winches wildfire photographer Cal Jackson out of a burning hot zone, she doesn’t know she’s bringing aboard a firebrand. Cal is quickly recruited for MHA’s covert operations far beyond national and international firefighting missions. Together Jeannie and Cal are assigned to a wildfire that is being used as a smokescreen for international subterfuge. And they’ll need all the skill, love, and trust they can muster if they’re going to survive the heat of this jungle.
I loved the Night Stalker series and was a bit apprehensive about this new series. Much to my surprise a few beloved characters from Night Stalkers are in this book as well as those from the first book. Both Cal and Jeannie are immediately endearing and get along well. Their chemistry lights up the pages. The author includes a lot of technical information, but in an easy to read/learn style that does not overpower the story. Mr. Buchman does such a great job with strong female characters with plenty of action and romance. Thoroughly enjoyable.
In among his career as a corporate project manager he has: rebuilt and single-handed a fifty-foot sailboat, both flown and jumped out of airplanes, designed and built two houses, and bicycled solo around the world.
He is now a full-time writer, living on the Oregon Coast with his beloved wife. He is constantly amazed at what you can do with a degree in Geophysics.
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Excerpt
Cal enjoyed the ride as they flew high over Santa Barbara, the Pacific Ocean stretching out to fill the horizon as they approached it. Jeannie had left him feeling immensely mellow. He’d never been with anyone who responded to him with such heat, nor offered it right back. And usually heat left him simply greedy for more. Jeannie doused the fires in him just as effectively as she did with her chopper, as if she’d somehow washed his insides clean as well.
Tell her, you idiot.
“You’re an incredible woman, Jeannie Clark of the dark-red hair.” He watched her as she checked something on her instrument panel, then adjusted their heading, ushc a tiny shift that he knew it was a delaying tactic. It was okay, he could wait. There were only the two of them and a breathtaking morning light aboard Jeannie’s Firehawk.
“Why?”
“Let’s see. Chronological or order of importance?”
“Give me a break, Hotshot.”
“Not a chance, Helitack. I could start by enumerating your womanly curves and just how much I enjoyed them last night.”
“And this morning.”
“Reverse chronological, then since we’re covering last night.”
She puttered and turned to glare at him.
“Watch your heading, Helitack,” he ordered her, though she hadn’t wiggled off her flight path in the slightest.
She continued to glare for a long moment before abruptly laughing and turning back forward.
Damn! Why were both of his cameras in the bag? That laugh had lit her up brighter than the morning sun. It was the first time he’d heard it up close rather than across half a camp, and it transformed her from merely incredible to downright magnificent. What in the hell was he doing presuming to even be aboard this woman’s chopper? He had no more qualifications to be here than… Cut it out, Cal. She invited you. That’s enough. Enough for now, anyway.
This complimentary review copy was received thankfully from Sourcebooks/NetGalley and in no way influenced my review of this book. These are my personal thoughts and reactions to the reading of the book.
5 comments:
I really like to discover a new-to-me author who has a backlist of intriguing stories to find and read. Thanks for the chance, Nise.
Glad this was winner for you
sounds exciting.
This sounds like an excellent series.
Sounds like a great read! I couldn't resist adding this one to my TBR list :)
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