Authors: Ronie Kendig,Kimberley Woodhouse
Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #General, #Christian
by Kimberley Woodhouse
Karon Granger has a life wish and wants to show her doctors and family that she’s not a fragile piece of china. She’s a cancer survivor. And she wants to climb Denali—the tallest mountain in North America—to prove it. Karon’s brother joins her on the climb, but when he falls and breaks his leg, they must rely on mountaineering ranger Zack Taylor to rescue them from the weather-crazy Alaska wilderness.
by Ronie Kendig
Heiress and experienced climber Jolie Decoteau doesn’t believe in coincidences, so getting acute mountain sickness shortly after her father is found dead convinces her that someone is trying to kill her. Denali Base Camp ranger David Whiteeagle is sent to rescue Jolie, but he’s stunned to find that her condition is significantly worse than reported and, as they navigate their way through the storm back to safety, that someone else is on their trail….
by Ronie Kendig
Deline Tsosie is the sweetheart and flightseeing tour guide of Talkeetna, Alaska, but she’s going nowhere fast. Ranger Logan Knox is brilliant with wolves, mountains, and money but feels inept with people. He uses his financial investments to fund hiring Deline for tours to the glaciers. But the ice he’d like to melt is in her heart. Then when a series of incidents puts her in danger, his protective instincts fly to the surface to save the business and the girl.
by Kimberley Woodhouse
Although Josh Richards has only been a mountaineering ranger for six months, he’s already fallen in love with his job, the family of rangers … and mysterious Deanna Smith. Deanna lives in fear of the stalker who took her sister’s life over fifteen years ago. She’s changed her name and hopes to stay hidden in her remote job at the Talkeetna Ranger Station, but it’s not long before her past catches up with her and she must rely on love to conquer all.
© 2013 by Kimberley Woodhouse
© 2013 by Ronie Kendig
© 2013 by Ronie Kendig
© 2013 Kimberley Woodhouse
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This book is lovingly dedicated in memory of the real Karon Granger, who went home to be with the Lord after her long fight with cancer.
Karon, I can’t wait to hug your neck and sing with you again.
Precious friend, you are missed.
I’m so thankful you chose to journey to Alaska with us and spend time with the amazing rangers. Our family lived for many years in that great state known as the Last Frontier, and even with intense research on top of that, I need to give you a disclaimer: Any inaccuracies are all my own.
Karon, the heroine in this first story, is based on a real person with the same name. An amazing lady who passed away several years ago, but lives on in all the lives she touched with her vibrant personality. To the thousands of you who knew Karon personally, please remember that this is to honor Karon and her life, but it is also a work of fiction. Prayerfully, you will get glimpses of her throughout the story, and will smile in remembrance of our beautiful friend.
This book could not have been written without the help of my wonderful friends up at the Talkeetna Ranger Station. Those people are amazing. If you ever have the chance, go visit Alaska, visit the station, and say hi to Missy for me. And for fun—take a gander at the Clean Mountain Can (CMC).
Enjoy the journey,
ool air fanned her face as Karon Granger leaned back in the rocking chair. The ceiling fan spun above her, helping stave off the always-humid, always-warm Louisiana air. She scanned her flower beds from the front porch and leaned forward again. With her small stature, her feet only touched the ground in the forward position, and like a child, she loved to rock with vigor. So she was just a little kid in a thirty-two-year-old body. That was her story and she was sticking to it. Even though everyone knew Karon’s love of rocking chairs.
Her thoughts jolted back to the present. This particular rocking session meant more than comfort or relaxation or fun. This was a thinking rock. She’d made a big decision and wondered how on earth to share it with her friends and family.
Karon considered the changes that had occurred over the course of her illness. Everyone coddled her, protected her, treated her like a fragile porcelain doll.
Could she really blame them? They did it because they loved her—and because she’d almost lost the fight. So she didn’t mind, at least she kept telling herself that. But how would they all react to her new adventure? Would they think she’d lost her mind?
Her brother, Clint, would react the worst to the news.
Even with all her training, all the research, all the gear—she knew it wouldn’t be pretty. She needed to prepare herself for battle.
Battle. A familiar word now. But this time was different. This battle wasn’t
her life, it proved that she wanted—no, needed—to
A long sigh escaped, splitting the silence. Leaning forward, elbows on her knees, she stopped the rocker. Strong willed might not be everyone’s normal description of her, but she had a lot of gumption. Cancer had changed everything. This was a fight she wouldn’t back down from—not even with Clint. The thought of ticking him off made her heart ache. Especially after all he’d done for her. But she’d have to cross that bridge when the time came. God had gotten her this far. He’d take her the rest of the way.
One step at a time
was the motto of her faith—she needed to keep heading toward the finish line.
Little Braiden from down the street rode his bike up to her front steps. He hopped off the seat and unsnapped his helmet, letting the bike wobble back and forth on its training wheels. “Did you see me, Miss Karon? Did ya? I rode all the way here
“Wow. That’s a long way, B. I think that deserves a cookie.” She gave him a wink and hopped out of her chair mimicking his actions.
“You mean, your special cookies?” His eyes grew large.
“Yes, sir—I just pulled another batch out of the oven about fifteen minutes ago.”
“Wait till the rest of the kids hear I got a cookie!”
Karon giggled at his enthusiasm and tousled his hair. “Let’s go inside and call your mom, okay?”
“You think she’ll let me have
?” He grabbed her hand as they walked inside.
Her heart melted. She’d always wanted a family of her own. The small hand in hers generated that longing again. She smiled down at him. “If not now, then I’ll send some home with you for later.”
“Thanks, Miss Karon. You’re the most awesomest lady on the block. When I grow up, I wanna marry you.” Oh, the innocence of youth. “That’s quite a compliment, B, but why don’t you focus on finishing first grade, and then you might want to graduate from high school and go to college.”
He stared at the cooling racks filled with cookies. “But I already know. You make the best cookies in the whole universe. And you look real purty with your hair growin’ back.”
If only that made her marriage material in real life. She shook her head and tweaked his nose. “Thanks, B. But I thought you liked my hat collection?”
“Oh, I do! Your silly ones are the best, but I like your curly hair better.” He climbed onto a stool and reached up to touch one of her short curls.
Leaning down, she touched her forehead to his. No one could duplicate the unconditional love of a child or the pure compassion. Her illness had never been a secret. Braiden had often come to give her a hug and rubbed her bald head when he told her that he and his mother prayed for Karon every night before bed.
Karon straightened and reached for the phone. She winked at B as she dialed her friend’s number. “Hey, Lisa.”
“I’m assuming you have an admirer at your house?” The soft voice laughed.
“Yep, and I’m wondering if he’s allowed to have a cookie or two?”