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  This cowboy can handle the heat...

  For cowboy and firefighter Jake Ramsay, Christmas at Thunder Mountain Ranch is all about family, food and celebration. Okay, and maybe a chance to run into his high school sweetheart, singer Amethyst Ferguson. Six months ago, they had a scorching-hot, wild reunion...and this cowboy can’t wait for another chance to play with fire.

  Now their sexual attraction is an insatiable, five-alarm blaze that’s only grown more addictive. But Amethyst has career dreams that don’t include Jackson Hole, Wyoming, or a “relationship.” Whatever this is between them, however real it feels, it can never become anything more. Once Christmas is over, Amethyst must walk away...even if they both get burned.

  “You have your fantasies and I have mine...”

  “You’re even prettier than I remembered.” Jake swallowed. “We stripped down so fast and then didn’t put on clothes until morning.”

  Amethyst slipped her arms around his neck. “I couldn’t get enough of you.”

  “We couldn’t get enough of each other.” As he caressed her, he leaned down, his lips nearly making contact. “And this would be the moment when normally I’d kiss you and thrust my tongue deep into your inviting wet mouth. But I can’t.”

  Desire poured like lava through her veins. “There are other places you can kiss me.”

  “I know. That was my plan.” His voice was thick with anticipation. Then he dropped to his knees and braced his hands on either side of her shoulders. “I loved having you tell me what you like. Tell me again.”

  His voice grew husky. “Hearing you say what you want gets me hot.”

  Dear Reader,

  Season’s greetings from Thunder Mountain Ranch! I see that the big tree is up in the living room and somebody’s stringing Christmas lights along the front porch. Hey, who’s that pulling into the drive in a big black truck? Must be Jake Ramsey! He’s taken a few days off from his firefighting job in Jackson Hole so he can spend the holidays with his foster parents.

  You’ll enjoy meeting Jake, because a cowboy who’s also a firefighter has hero potential coming out his ears. Think about it. He chose a profession that involves charging into burning buildings to save people and animals. That takes courage and compassion, plus a lot of lovely muscles. Oh, and whenever he’s not in uniform, he wears jeans, boots and a Stetson. It’s no wonder Amethyst Ferguson wants some quality time with Jake while he’s in town!

  Welcome to another sexy adventure in the Thunder Mountain Brotherhood series. If you’ve read the preceding books, you’ll be excited to get a glimpse of some of your favorite characters gathered around the Christmas tree. But if you’re new to the series, never fear! I’ll make sure you won’t be confused about who’s who and what’s what. It’ll be a memorable holiday at the ranch, and I can’t wait to share it with you!

  Merry Christmas to all,

  Cowboy Unwrapped

  Vicki Lewis Thompson

  www.millsandboon.co.uk

  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 rain forests. 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.

  For Isabeau the cat, 1994–2016. What a serene, happy soul. You will be missed.

  Contents

  Cover

  Back Cover Text

  Introduction

  Dear Reader

  Title Page

  About the Author

  Dedication

  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

  Chapter 18

  Epilogue

  Extract

  Copyright

  1

  WHEN JAKE RAMSEY pulled into the circular gravel drive in front of Thunder Mountain Ranch at sundown, he thought he’d stumbled onto the set of National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. His foster brothers Cade Gallagher and Finn O’Roarke stood in the freezing cold struggling to untangle a string of Christmas lights while wearing thick gloves. Why they needed more lights was a mystery because the low-slung ranch house already looked as if Clark Griswold had been there.

  Happy as Jake was to see those two cowboys after all this time away, his firefighter training took precedence over a sentimental reunion. He’d bet a month’s pay neither of them had bothered to check the UL ratings to see if the fuse box could take another strand of what looked like incandescent bulbs. Hadn’t they heard of LEDs? And was that an indoor extension cord connected to the net lights on a bush by the porch? Jesus.

  He wondered if Damon Harrison had approved this setup. Damon, Cade and Finn had been the original three taken in by Rosie and Herb Padgett years ago when they’d decided to make the ranch a foster home for teenage boys. Cade had become a horse trainer who worked at the ranch, now a residential equine education center for older teens, called Thunder Mountain Academy. Finn had moved to Seattle and opened his own microbrewery. Those jobs didn’t qualify either of them to handle electrical installations.

  But Damon and Philomena, who’d married this past summer, renovated houses here in Sheridan. Jake doubted they’d been involved in this fustercluck. It had Cade written all over it. The guy was great with horses but not so great with a toolbox.

  Cade and Finn glanced up as he pulled up next to them in his F-250. They wouldn’t recognize the truck because he’d bought it since his last visit home in early March. Plus he hadn’t seen Finn in years. Finn and his fiancée Chelsea were spending Christmas at the ranch, which had added to Jake’s excitement about his first Christmas home since getting hired by the Jackson Hole Fire Department.

  From the looks of things, they needed him here. Cade and Finn were fixing to burn down the house. He shut off the engine and climbed out, making sure his boots didn’t slip on the ice he knew would be under the thin layer of snow covering the driveway.

  Then he buttoned his sheepskin coat against the wind and crammed his Stetson a little tighter on his head before walking around the front of the truck. He could see his breath. That was another stupid thing—putting up Christmas lights when the temperature was near zero.

  “Hey, bozos,” he called out to Cade and Finn, who’d stopped what they were doing while they waited to see who’d driven up. “Why don’t you let someone who knows what he’s doing handle that job?”

  “Jake?” Cade dropped his end of the lights into the snow and hurried toward him. “You got a new truck, man!”

  “That I did.” He exchanged a hug with Cade.

  “Jake Ramsey?” Finn tossed his end away and came over. “I haven’t seen your ugly mug since I left for Seattle! How the hell are you?”

  Jake returned his hug. “I’m good, real good. Hated that I had to miss Damon’s wedding, but a couple of guys got sick and I couldn’t leave.”


  “You would’ve loved it,” Cade said. “It rained like hell, the wind destroyed most of the decorations and we had to delay the ceremony until the storm passed. Then we had to stand in the mud while Damon and Phil said their vows. It was epic.”

  “Sounds awesome. Wish I’d been there. Speaking of the happy couple, where are they?”

  “Wimping out in Florida with the in-laws,” Finn said. “They’ll be back tomorrow, looking all tanned and smug while the rest of us are the color of grubworms.”

  “Real Wyoming cowboys don’t go to Florida for a winter vacation.” Cade tucked his gloved hands into his armpits and stomped his feet in the snow. “They tough it out like manly men.”

  “Damn straight,” Finn said. “But I’m thinking we should tough it out inside by the fire for a while and finish this project in the morning. We don’t want to keep poor Jake standing out here shivering. He needs to head in and see the folks.”

  “I want to see them, too,” Jake said, “but I have a question before we go in. Did you guys put up all these lights?”

  Cade grinned at him. “You’re impressed, right? You didn’t think we could do it without Damon around to help, but there’s the evidence.” Cade swept an arm to encompass the glittering front of the house. “Damon’s gonna shit a brick when he sees this.”

  “That’s for sure.” Jake walked over and fingered the indoor extension cord. “I take it you ran out of outdoor cords.”

  “Yeah, but those work fine.” Finn shrugged. “We bought a bunch of extra lights and forgot about getting more cords, but we found those in the barn. They’re a little worn but we wound electrical tape around the parts where wires were sticking out.”

  Jake did his best to control himself. “How many of these are you using?”

  “I don’t know,” Cade said. “Six, maybe seven. We’re almost done, but I agree with Finn. We can quit now and finish up tomorrow. We have time before Damon and Phil get back.”

  “You know what?” Jake was proud of himself. He didn’t yell and he didn’t cuss, although he desperately wanted to do both. “Before I go in, let me take a quick run into town. With tomorrow being the last shopping day, the hardware store should be open. I’ll just pick up a few outdoor extension cords.”

  “Ah, don’t bother.” Cade fished one end of the light strand out of the snow and began winding it around his arm. “Extra trouble, extra expense and for what?”

  “Oh, I don’t know.” Jake kept his tone casual. “Maybe to keep those frayed extension cords from setting the house on fire.”

  Cade blinked. “We put electrical tape around them. That should do it.”

  “Hey, he’s a firefighter.” Finn clapped Cade on the shoulder. “We should probably let him do his thing. I admit those cords are a little dicey.”

  Jake shuddered to think what they looked like. They’d probably been moldering in the barn for years. No doubt varmints had chewed on them. “I’ve seen the result of using frayed cords,” he said. “I’d sleep better knowing I’ve replaced them. They’re not designed for outdoor use, anyway, although the UL rating label is probably gone by now.”

  Finn exchanged a glance with Cade.

  “Don’t worry,” Cade said in a low voice. “They’re fine.”

  “What?” Jake didn’t like the sound of that. “What’s fine?”

  Cade finished winding the strand around his arm. “Some of the lights were on sale. The labels said for indoor use only, but they were really reasonable so I thought if we put them on the porch—”

  “Holy hell, Cade!” Jake finally lost it. “Are you telling me even the lights aren’t rated for outdoor use?”

  “A few, but—”

  “Okay, here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll drive into town and pick up a whole bunch of outdoor extension cords and more lights with the proper rating. In the morning I’ll help you and Finn replace those extension cords and indoor lights. In the meantime, I want you to turn off everything.”

  Cade looked as if he wanted to argue.

  “I know you think I’m an anal safety nut, but last week I hauled a single mom and her two little kids out of a house fire caused by frayed extension cords.”

  Finn sighed. “I hate to say it, but he’s right, bro.” He dug in his pocket. “Let me donate some cash toward that purchase, Jake.”

  “Nah, my treat.” Jake waved off the money. “I didn’t know what to give the folks for Christmas so I was going to buy something after I got here. I’ll just make this my gift.”

  Cade nodded. “Okay, I bow to your superior knowledge regarding decorative lighting. But can I make a small request?”

  “Sure.”

  “Could you not mention any of this to Damon and Phil? The folks will have to know since this’ll be your Christmas present, but Damon would never let me hear the end of it.”

  “I’ll be silent as the tomb.”

  “Good. Oh, and that goes for Lexi, too. She’s attending an indoor riding clinic and won’t be back in town until tomorrow, either. My goal was to surprise all three of them with an awesome display.”

  “We’ll do that, I promise.” Jake knew how much Cade wanted to please Lexi, the love of his life. “It’ll look just as fantastic as it does now, only it’ll be safe.”

  Cade’s gusty exhale created a cloud of vapor. “Thanks.” He glanced back at the house. “I’m guessing nobody heard you drive up since they didn’t come out, so you can probably just go and they won’t be the wiser.”

  “Perfect. I’ll make this quick.”

  “Dinner’s at six-thirty,” Finn said. “Tuna casserole.”

  “Hot damn. I’ll be back in time.” He left them, rounded the truck and climbed in behind the wheel, but he didn’t pull away until the Christmas lights had winked out. Only then did the muscles in his neck and shoulders relax. Disaster averted.

  The road into Sheridan had been recently plowed so he made good time, accompanied by the sultry voice of Amethyst Ferguson on his truck stereo. In his opinion she sounded way better than Katy Perry or Taylor Swift, but then again, he could be prejudiced. And he still hadn’t decided what to do about her. Initially he’d planned to send her a text saying he’d be in town for a few days, but then he’d reconsidered.

  He’d be busy with his foster family and she’d probably be busy with her folks, too, assuming she wasn’t performing somewhere. If she happened to be out of town that would settle his dilemma, but he couldn’t find that out without contacting her. He’d hate knowing she was here only to discover that family obligations would prevent them from having any private time.

  And that’s what he was hoping for. Last summer she’d had a gig at a resort in Jackson Hole and he’d caught her final show. Because he hadn’t seen her since their PG-rated dates in high school, he’d invited her for drinks afterward. Sure enough, they’d reignited the spark and had spent the rest of the night in her hotel room.

  The sex had been super hot, but they’d agreed that her budding career, his demanding schedule and the miles between Sheridan and Jackson Hole would keep them from meeting on a regular basis. They’d made no definite plans. If she had another gig in Jackson Hole she’d let him know, and if he paid a visit to his foster parents he’d give her a shout.

  But this was a special holiday, not some random long weekend. He hadn’t spent Christmas at the Last Chance in years due to his rookie status at the fire station. Finally he could look forward to celebrating with his foster parents and any foster brothers who showed up.

  That could turn into a crowd. Because of the holidays, the Thunder Mountain Academy students had cleared out of the log cabins down in the meadow. Finn and Chelsea had likely claimed one and Jake had figured on taking another one but that left two more plus guest rooms in the ranch house.

  Although his foster mom used to make a big pot of vegeta
ble soup on Christmas Eve, she’d told him on the phone that she’d decided to have a buffet this year. But the tradition of opening presents after the meal would continue as always. Christmas Day was filled with card games, basketball on TV, snowball fights in the yard and a turkey dinner. He didn’t want to miss any of that.

  On the other hand, he’d thought about Amethyst fairly often during these past few months. He’d downloaded all of her music and played it quite a bit. The prospect of seeing her again affected his pulse rate. Imagining another night like they’d spent last summer sent all his blood south.

  Yeah, he had a little fixation going on when it came to Amethyst Ferguson, whereas she might have put him right out of her mind. Besides, she’d mentioned sharing a house with her sister and he’d be at the ranch with a whole lot of people around. The cabins were set up with bunk beds, so even if he invited Amethyst to spend the night with him, it wouldn’t be the luxurious and intimate setup they’d had in Jackson Hole.

  He should probably forget trying to connect with her and concentrate on enjoying his first Christmas home in years. While Jackson looked great for the holidays, Sheridan had its own small-town charm. He’d always loved how the old-fashioned lampposts looked when they were decorated. As he’d predicted, the hardware store was still open. The extension cords should be in stock but he wondered if the lights would be picked over. If so, they’d just make do with fewer lights.

  He found a parking spot and pulled in. Last-minute shoppers with colorful Christmas bags hurried along the sidewalk. He was glad for an excuse to come into town and be part of the bustling scene. Thanks to his foster parents and his years at Thunder Mountain, he’d learned to love the season.

  Displays of gift ideas dominated the front of the store and he paused to look at a selection of smoke alarms. Last time he’d visited the ranch he’d worried that the ones in the house weren’t top of the line. If he bought these for the folks, then he wouldn’t have to announce that the extension cords were his gift and Cade could save face. Matter of fact, he could buy smoke alarms for everyone on his list. An extra one was always helpful and then he wouldn’t have to come back into town tomorrow to Christmas shop.