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  Harlequin Blaze June 2015 Box Set

  Midnight Thunder

  Fevered Nights

  Come On Over

  Triple Time

  Vicki Lewis Thompson

  Jillian Burns

  Debbi Rawlins

  Regina Kyle

  Table of Contents

  Midnight Thunder

  By Vicki Lewis Thompson

  Fevered Nights

  By Jillian Burns

  Come On Over

  By Debbi Rawlins

  Triple Time

  By Regina Kyle

  The lost cowboy...

  Thunder Mountain Ranch was the only place cowboy Cade Gallagher had ever called home. But after he and Lexi Simmons broke each other’s hearts, he left it behind, along with his foster family. Since then, Cade has drifted, looking for something—anything—to call home. Until a call from Lexi changes everything...

  Cade has been gone too long. His foster mother is hospitalized, and the ranch is in deep financial trouble. Yet even as his world crumbles, Cade’s hunger for Lexi is almost as tangible as the taste of her lips and the way her body fits deliciously against his. It’s bittersweet surrender. But Lexi isn’t the girl she used to be, and she’s determined to have the hot cowboy in her bed only if she keeps him out of her heart.

  Praise for Vicki Lewis Thompson

  “Cowboy Up is a sexy joy ride, balanced with good-natured humor and Thompson’s keen eye for detail. Another sizzling romance from the RT Reviewers’ Choice award winner for best Blaze.”

  —RT Book Reviews

  “Vicki Lewis Thompson has compiled a tale of this terrific family, along with their friends and employees, to keep you glued to the page and ending with that warm and loving feeling.”

  —Fresh Fiction on Cowboys and Angels

  “Intensely romantic and hot enough to singe...her Sons of Chance series never fails to leave me worked up from all the heat, and then sighing with pleasure at the happy endings!”

  —We Read Romance on Riding High

  “If I had to use one word to describe Ambushed! it would be charming.... Where the story shines and how it is elevated above others is the humor that is woven throughout.”

  —Dear Author

  “The chemistry between Molly and Ben is off the charts: their first kiss is one of the best I’ve ever read, and the sex is blistering and yet respectful, tender and loving.”

  —Fresh Fiction on A Last Chance Christmas

  Dear Reader,

  I love beginnings! I especially love beginnings that involve cowboys and the women who love them. Welcome to Thunder Mountain Brotherhood! I’ve been excited about this series from the moment I envisioned a ranch that once housed foster boys. As they learned to ride and rope, they also learned the cowboy code of integrity, courage and loyalty.

  Now grown men, they share a love of Thunder Mountain Ranch and a bond stronger than if they’d been born brothers. This summer you’ll meet three of them, starting with Cade Gallagher. I can’t wait for you to meet Cade, and Lexi, the unforgettable woman he left behind.

  I can’t wait for you to meet all of them, in fact! None of these guys had an easy start in life, and they have scars both inside and out. That makes them challenging to love, but I have a hunch you’ll end up falling for them as quickly as I did.

  For those of you who enjoyed my Sons of Chance series, rest assured that you’ll see glimpses of those characters, because I couldn’t abandon them completely! I predict you’ll have fun watching them pop up now and then. In the meantime, come with me to Thunder Mountain Ranch and let me introduce you to some very hot cowboys. We’re going to have a great time this summer!

  Enthusiastically yours,

  Midnight Thunder

  By Vicki Lewis Thompson

  A passion for travel has taken New York Times bestselling author Vicki Lewis Thompson to Europe, Great Britain, the Greek isles, Australia and New Zealand. She’s visited most of North America and has her eye on South America’s rainforests. Africa, India and China beckon. But her first love is her home state of Arizona, with its deserts, mountains, sunsets and—last but not least—cowboys! The wide-open spaces and heroes on horseback influence everything she writes. Connect with her at vickilewisthompson.com, facebook.com/vickilewisthompson and twitter.com/vickilthompson.

  Books by Vicki Lewis Thompson

  HARLEQUIN BLAZE

  The Sons of Chance Series

  Should’ve Been a Cowboy

  Cowboy Up

  Cowboys Like Us

  Long Road Home

  Lead Me Home

  Feels Like home

  I Cross My Heart

  Wild at Heart

  The Heart Won’t Lie

  Cowboys & Angels

  Riding High

  Riding Hard

  Riding Home

  A Last Chance Christmas

  To get the inside scoop on Harlequin Blaze and its talented writers, be sure to check out blazeauthors.com.

  All backlist available in ebook format.

  Visit the Author Profile page at Harlequin.com for more titles.

  To Kathleen Scheibling for believing in me and this series. Let it also be noted that she selflessly braved the rigors of a cover shoot with bare-chested cowboys. What devotion to the cause!

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

  Excerpt

  Prologue

  CARRYING THEIR BOOTS, Cade Gallagher and Damon Harrison crept out of the ranch house’s front door as the grandfather clock in the living room struck twelve. Breaking the house rules was serious, but in this case it was necessary.

  After shutting the front door carefully, Cade avoided the porch board that squeaked as he walked over to the steps and sat down to put on his boots.

  Damon lowered himself to the top step. “You got your knife?” His voice cracked a little because it was still changing.

  “Yep.” Cade’s voice had changed months ago, and he had to shave every two days now. “You got the matches?”

  “Yep.”

  Cade pulled on his boots and stood. “Ready?”

  “Yep.”

  After taking the steps slow so he wouldn’t make too much noise, Cade started toward a grove of trees beyond the main corral. They’d picked out the spot a week ago but had waited for the full moon. It was playing hide-and-seek with the clouds tonight, but the clouds hadn’t dumped any rain, thank God.

  After reaching the small clearing, Cade scanned the area. He was the first foster boy taken in by the Padgetts, and he’d used his seniority to claim a leadership position. Damon hadn’t bucked him on it. “Looks okay. Nobody’s messed with our campfire.”


  “Nope.” Damon produced the matches, lit one and touched it to the small pile of dry leaves and branches they’d heaped in a circle of dirt surrounded by stones. The branches caught instantly.

  “We need to make this quick.” Cade sat cross-legged on the ground. After opening his pocket knife, he dipped the blade into the flames. “It won’t burn for long.”

  Damon held out his palm. “Do it.”

  “Maybe you should do your own.”

  “No, you.” He squeezed his eyes shut and shoved his hand toward Cade.

  So Damon was scared. Cade thought about asking if he wanted to forget the whole thing, but Damon wouldn’t like the suggestion that he was a wimp. Cade had never sliced into someone before, but this had been his idea, so he had to hang tough. Taking a deep breath, he grabbed his friend’s hand and made a small cut across the base of his thumb. Blood oozed out.

  Damon winced and kept his eyes closed. He looked a little pale, but that might have been because of the moonlight.

  Letting go of Damon’s hand, Cade held his own palm steady and applied the knife to the same spot. It hurt, but nothing like the beatings he used to get from his old man. “Okay. I’m ready.”

  Damon opened his eyes. “We’re supposed to say something, but I don’t think I remember it all.”

  “That’s okay. I’ve got it.” He positioned their hands so the cuts were aligned. “Just hold on.” As Damon gripped his hand, Cade said the words they’d written down and he’d memorized.

  “On Thunder Mountain Ranch in the state of Wyoming, we swear to be straight with everyone and protect the weak. Bound by blood, we declare ourselves the Thunder Mountain Brotherhood. Loyalty above all.”

  “What you guys doing out here?”

  They both cussed and scrambled to their feet as Finn O’Roarke walked into the clearing. He’d come to the ranch two weeks ago and was still feeling his way. He was only a little younger than Damon and Cade, but he seemed more like a kid.

  Cade found his voice first. “Damn it, Finn! Don’t ever sneak up on a guy like that. I could’ve knifed you!”

  Finn narrowed his eyes. “You’re not supposed to be out here. House rules.”

  “Hell, we know that,” Damon said. “But we had business to attend to.”

  “And now you’re blood brothers.” In the flickering light, Finn’s expression revealed longing mixed with hesitation.

  Cade was a sucker for that look. He remembered all too well how it felt to be an outsider who didn’t have the nerve to ask to be included. He glanced at Damon. They’d been talking about this for a long time, before Finn ever showed up. They’d decided being blood brothers would be cool, maybe even cooler than if they’d had the same parents.

  But now here was Finn, who would probably be thrilled to be part of it. Cade couldn’t blame him. It had to be hard to show up at a foster home and the other guys were already friends. Cade lifted his eyebrows and hoped Damon would get the silent request.

  Damon sighed. “Yeah, fine.”

  Cade looked over at Finn. “You want to be a blood brother with us?”

  “I wouldn’t mind.” His attempt to sound casual was a total failure.

  “You have to cut your hand. Or let me do it.”

  Finn’s jaw tightened. “I’ll do it.”

  Cade wanted to laugh but didn’t dare. Finn didn’t know that Damon had been too scared to cut his own hand, but Cade wasn’t about to rat on his new blood brother. He handed the knife, handle first, to Finn.

  “Where do I cut?”

  “Here.” Cade held his palm out.

  “Okay.” The kid might seem young, but he had balls. He made the cut. “Now what?”

  “Press your hand to mine while I say the words. Then do it again with Damon. That way you’re bonded with both of us.”

  Finn was a whiz at following directions. In seconds the thing was done.

  The flames had nearly gone out, but Cade was taking no chances they’d start a forest fire. He scooped up a handful of loose dirt. “We need to smother it real good.”

  Finn and Damon helped him pile more dirt on it. They made a pretty big mound. Starting a fire in the woods would get them all sent away, possibly to some juvenile detention center. Cade couldn’t speak for the other two, but he sure as hell didn’t want that. Thunder Mountain Ranch was his best bet, and he knew it.

  Finn threw another handful of dirt on the fire. “I heard what you said both times, but what does it actually mean, being in this brotherhood thing?”

  Damon groaned. “Now you ask.”

  “That’s okay.” Cade felt the need to stick up for the kid, who was braver than he looked. “He wasn’t in on the planning stages.” He turned to Finn. “It means we won’t lie or steal, and we won’t let anybody get bullied.”

  “All right. That’s cool.”

  “And we’re brothers, so of course we’d give our life for each other.”

  Finn sucked in a breath. “Really? Like dying?”

  “Hey, it probably won’t ever be necessary, but that’s the bottom line. Mostly it means we’ll stick together. Watch out for each other. Be friends forever.”

  “Oh.” Finn smiled. “I’m okay with that.”

  The moon picked that moment to come out from behind a cloud and shine down on them again. It seemed like a sign to Cade, but he didn’t want things to get too mushy. “Yeah. Me, too. And now we’d better get our asses back in the house before Rosie and Herb catch us.”

  As they left the grove of trees, he glanced at Damon and Finn. Brothers. He’d never had any, but now he did. That felt damned good.

  1

  Fifteen years later, Colorado

  “RINGO, THIS IS shaping up to be a disaster.” Cade leaned down to give the gray tabby a good scratch. Ringo’s motor started up, and the soothing purr lifted Cade’s spirits, but not by much. Whenever he glanced at the glossy black horse peering at him over the stall door, anxiety curdled in his gut.

  A couple of hours ago, his boss at the Circle T had vowed to sell Hematite to a meatpacking plant. Dick Thornwood was the kind of SOB who would do it, too, so Cade had driven into Colorado Springs and emptied his bank account. He had more in his pocket than Thornwood could get at a slaughterhouse, so logically Thornwood should sell the horse to him instead.

  But logic wasn’t his boss’s strong suit, especially when his pride had been wounded. His decision to ride Hematite earlier that afternoon had been ill-advised, and to make matters worse, he’d chosen to do it with his new girlfriend watching. Cade had tried to talk him out of it, but he’d insisted. Hematite had tossed him in the dirt.

  Just as Cade had predicted he would. They were mere days into the training program, and Hematite had major issues. He’d been mistreated as a colt and gelding him hadn’t done much to settle him down. He’d just begun to trust Cade, who’d managed to saddle him for the first time today. Too bad Thornwood had seen that and decided to show off for his lady friend.

  When he’d been dumped on his ass, she’d laughed. Thornwood had sent her packing, and then, shaking with rage, he’d approached the horse. Thank God he hadn’t had a gun. Instead he’d delivered Hematite’s death sentence before stomping up to the house.

  Cade had been nervous about leaving for the bank, so he’d asked Douglas, the foreman, to keep an eye on Hematite. Fortunately nothing happened. Thornwood was likely up at the house drinking. Cade had brought fast food with him so he could stay in the barn and keep watch over the horse all night.

  Footsteps on the wooden barn floor jacked up his heart rate, but it turned out to be Douglas coming back, probably to check on them.

  “The way that feline dotes on you, anybody’d think your pockets were stuffed with catnip.” Douglas nudged back his hat and leaned against Hematite’s stall. “You should p
robably take him when you leave or he’ll die of a broken heart.”

  “Who says I’m leaving?”

  “I saw your face when Thornwood started to go for that horse. Looked to me like you wanted to kill him.”

  “The thought occurred to me, but then I decided he wasn’t worth it.” Cade worked his fingers over Ringo’s arched back, and the cat purred louder. “But yeah, I figure my time here is about up. I just have to work out the logistics.”

  “That’s why I came to talk to you. You can borrow my horse trailer.”

  Cade glanced up. “Really? You don’t need it?”

  Douglas shrugged. “Not until next spring. If you can get it back to me by April, that’ll be fine.”

  “I’ll have it back real quick. I called a buddy over at the Bar Z and he said they might be able to use another hand, at least for the summer. I’ll head there once I get Thornwood to sell me this horse.”

  The foreman sighed. “I dunno. He’s crazy.”

  “Thornwood or the horse?”

  “Thornwood. The horse is just scared.”

  “Yeah. Hematite can’t stay here. Even before today’s incident, I thought Thornwood and Hematite were a bad combination.”

  “You got your stuff together?”

  Cade nodded. “Figured once the shit hit the fan, I needed to be ready to go. I—” The sound of heavy, deliberate footsteps and the jingle of spurs made whatever he’d been about to say irrelevant. Heart pounding, he rose to his feet as Dick Thornwood came toward them. He held a coiled stock whip in one hand and a rope in the other. The fires of hell shone in his pale eyes.

  Douglas swore under his breath, and Ringo crept behind a hay bale.

  As Cade faced his boss, his heart rate slowed and icy calm replaced the initial adrenaline rush. He knew that unholy expression well. Bullies were all alike. His father, Rance, had looked exactly like that after he’d been drinking, except he’d vented his rage on Cade and his mother, not on a horse. Finally Cade had grown tall enough to stop him and his father had left.