Don't Cry for Me (Rebel Ridge Series #2) [NOOK Book]

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Mariah Conrad has come home. Badly wounded on active duty in Afghanistan and finally released stateside, she has no family to call on and nowhere to go—until Quinn Walker arrives at her bedside. Quinn…her brother-in-arms, ex-lover and now maybe her future.

Quinn brings Mariah to his log cabin in the Appalachian Mountains of Kentucky to rest and recuperate both physically and emotionally. While she's incredibly grateful, Mariah is also ...
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Don't Cry for Me (Rebel Ridge Series #2)

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Overview




Mariah Conrad has come home. Badly wounded on active duty in Afghanistan and finally released stateside, she has no family to call on and nowhere to go—until Quinn Walker arrives at her bedside. Quinn…her brother-in-arms, ex-lover and now maybe her future.

Quinn brings Mariah to his log cabin in the Appalachian Mountains of Kentucky to rest and recuperate both physically and emotionally. While she's incredibly grateful, Mariah is also confused and frustrated. She's always stood on her own two feet, but now even that can literally be torture. She's having flashbacks and blackouts, hearing helicopter noises in the night. She wants to push Quinn away—and hold him closer than ever.

But will she get the chance? Those helicopters are more than just post-traumatic stress; they're real—and dangerous. Bad things are happening on the mountain. Suddenly there's a battle to be fought on the home front, and no guarantee of survival.

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"Vivid, gripping... this thriller keeps the pages turning...."
Library Journal on TORN APART

"Sala's characters are vivid and engaging"
-Publishers Weekly on Cut Throat

"Sharon Sala is not only a top romance novelist, she is an inspiration for people everywhere who wish to live their dreams."
--John St. Augustine, host, Power!Talk Radio WDBC-AM, Michigan

"Veteran romance writer Sala lives up to her reputation with this well-crafted thriller."
-Publisher's Weekly on Remember Me

"[A] well-written, fast-paced ride."
-Publishers Weekly on Nine Lives

"Perfect entertainment for those looking for a suspense novel with emotional intensity."
-Publishers Weekly on Out of the Dark

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459241138
  • Publisher: Harlequin
  • Publication date: 10/1/2012
  • Series: Rebel Ridge Series , #2
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 43,698
  • File size: 426 KB

Meet the Author


Sharon Sala is a native of Oklahoma and a member of Romance Writers of America. She is a NYT, USA Today, Publisher's Weekly, WaldenBooks mass market, Bestselling author of 85 plus books written as Sharon Sala and Dinah McCall. She's a 7 time RITA finalist, Janet Dailey Award winner, 5 time National Reader's Choice Award winner, 4 time Career Achievement Award from RT Magazine, 4 time winner of Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence.

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Rebel Ridge, Kentucky
April


Sniper at three o 'clock. Get down! Get down!"

Bullets ripped through walls. Someone screamed. Someone was praying to God to let him die.

Quinn was on his belly, crawling toward an opening to get a bead on the sniper, when the world exploded.

One minute Quinn Walker was back in Afghanistan watching PFC Wooten's head explode all over again and the next moment he woke up. He sat straight up in bed, his heart pounding, his body covered in sweat.

He threw back the covers and staggered to the window overlooking the high mountain meadow. Less than an hour until sunrise. The sky was already showcasing the imminent arrival of a new day.

Why did this keep happening? Why couldn't he let it go? He leaned his head against the window and closed his eyes, willing the nightmare back to hell, and wondered if there would ever come a time when that horror faded—when he was able to accept that he was back home in Kentucky?

The little something called PTSD he'd brought home from the war had an ugly habit of recurring just when it was most inconvenient. It wasn't like sand fleas, which fell by the wayside after a good dose of tea tree oil. There were no meds, no vaccines, no magic wand to wave and make it go away. It was the gift that kept on giving, night after night in his sleep, and in the bright light of day when he least expected it. A word, a sound, even a scent, was all it took to yank him back. It was the son of a bitch on his back that wouldn't go away.

Too early to get ready for work and too late to go back to bed, he made a quick trip into the bathroom, and then grabbed a pair of sweatpants and headed downstairs from the loft.

The hardwood floors in the cabin echoed his steps as he turned on the lights and moved into the kitchen area to make coffee. As soon as it was done, he took his first hot, steamy cup outside to the wraparound deck to wait for sunrise.

Disturbed by Quinn's appearance, an owl suddenly took flight from the A-frame roof and flew into the trees.

Fog hovered waist-high above the ground all the way to the trees. He caught a glimpse of something moving off to his left and waited until a large buck with a massive rack slowly emerged from the fog. It was the prince of the forest, and the antlers were its crown. The buck suddenly stopped, as if sensing he was no longer alone.

Although Quinn didn't move, he knew the buck smelled him—or at least smelled the coffee—but it wasn't enough to spook him. After a few moments the buck moved on through the clearing in stately fashion and disappeared into the forest. It was a far better greeting to Quinn's day than his nightmare had been.

He sat on the top step with his elbows on his knees, waiting for the coffee to cool, remembering when this had been his grandparents' place, and he and his family were still living at home. Only this cabin wasn't the house that had been there then. This one was new. Quinn had built it with the help of the family after the old home place was blown up during a gunfight with some hired killers from L.A.

They'd come to silence a witness who was hiding here in the mountains, intent on keeping her from testifying against their boss. That witness was not only a distant relative but his brother Ryal's long-lost love.

The bad guys lost the fight.

Ryal and Beth and their baby daughter, Sarah, were living happily ever after.

Quinn was still trying to outrun a war.

A few moments later a coyote came out of the tree line near where he was sitting, lifted its head then tucked tail and disappeared.

"Yeah, I know, I'm screwing up the status quo this morning, but mine got screwed up, too," Quinn said, and took a quick sip of coffee before he was satisfied that it cool enough to drink.

He sat with one eye on the meadow, watching the night creatures going to ground and the day creatures coming out, all the while waiting for sunrise.

As a backcountry ranger for the Daniel Boone National Forest Service, the area he kept track of was off-road and unpopulated except for the wildlife. The fewer people he had to deal with, the better he liked it.

Finally the sun did him the honor of rising to the occasion, and Quinn went about the business of getting to work.

By midmorning he was on the opposite side of Rebel Ridge, hiking up Greenlee Pass to look for Robert Lane and Wayne Hall, two hikers who were over a day late checking out of the park. He wasn't expecting problems, but in country this rough, having an accident and no way to get medical attention could mean the difference between life and death. He carried food and first aid, and was in contact with ranger headquarters by two-way radio. The last reported contact with the hikers was at a location just above Greenlee Pass. Since he hadn't met them on the trail on his way up, it stood to reason they were still ahead of him. Unless they'd done something stupid like diverting off the hiking trail and getting themselves lost, in which case the search would turn to air, horseback and rescue dogs. In the eighteen months since he'd been on the job, they'd only had one such search, which had ended on a happy note. He was hoping that would be the case again.

He'd been walking for almost three hours when he paused at an outcrop to use his binoculars. A careful sweep of the area revealed nothing that alerted him. No smoke. No distress flag. Nothing. He pocketed the binoculars, got a drink of water and continued upward.

Less than a hundred yards later he found the first sign of blood. He would have missed it but for the unusual number of ants swarming on it. After the first sign, he found another and then another. He couldn't tell if it was human or animal, but either way it wasn't good. He didn't want to walk up on an injured animal, but he had no option but to keep following the blood trail upward, in case it was his hikers.

It didn't take long to find the source. Another hundred yards up and he caught the scent of something dead. A few yards farther he found one of the hikers—or at least part of one. An arm and a foot were missing, along with most of the internal organs.

The sight spun Quinn's head back to Afghanistan so fast that for a moment he nearly lost it. He grabbed for the dog tags he still wore and held on as if his life depended on it. The metal dug into his palm, and it was that pain that helped him focus.

He turned away from the sight and began looking at the scene, trying to figure out what had happened. There was one backpack about twenty feet up from the body, hanging from a limb. It appeared to have been ripped apart by teeth and claws. There were black bear in the park. This wasn't good.

When he found claw marks on a tree trunk where the bear had marked its territory, he stopped and stared. The claw marks were nearly ten feet high. That was one damn big bear.

He grabbed his radio and quickly called in to dispatch.

"This is Walker, come in."

"Go ahead, Walker," the dispatcher said.

"Found one of the hikers. Dead. Looks like a bear attack. I've got claw marks on a tree a good ten feet high." He gave the GPS coordinates of the body. "I have a blood trail that leads down the mountain, and I'm going back to follow it. We're still one hiker short. Stands to reason it might be him."

"Copy that, Walker. Stay safe. Over and out."

Quinn slipped the rifle strap off his shoulder, took the gun off safety, jacked a shell into the chamber and headed back down the trail.

Now that he knew what he was hunting, all his instincts kicked in. The forest had gone silent—like everything was holding its breath. He stopped, listening. Not even the air was stirring. After a moment he kept moving, following the blood into the trees, keeping his eyes on the ground and his ears tuned to the sounds around him.

About ten yards in, a twig suddenly snapped. He crouched instantly as he swung his rifle toward the sound. A few moments later a raccoon ambled out from under one bush and disappeared just as quickly beneath another one.

Shit. He let out a slow breath and kept moving.

The earth beneath the trees was spongy—covered in dead leaves and pine needles—but it wasn't the type of ground cover that held prints. It wasn't until he came upon a place void of leaves that he found his first footprint. It was human. Now that he knew he was trailing a man and not a bear, he started calling out loud. He didn't know which man was dead and which one had walked away from the bear attack, so he shouted both names.

"Hello! Hello! Robert? Wayne? Where are you?"

He kept shouting as he walked, following blood drops, broken limbs and the occasional footprint. He'd been on the trail for a good twenty minutes before he heard a faint sound. He stopped to listen, then called out again.

"Hello! Robert? Wayne?"

He heard the sound again. It was a faint call for help. His heart skipped a beat.

"Keep yelling! I'm coming," he shouted, and ran toward the noise.

One moment he was pushing through a thicket of brush, and the next he had to jump to keep from stepping on the body.

The man was lying on his side, covered in dirt and leaves and an abundance of dried blood. One leg had claw marks all the way from thigh to calf, with ants swarming the wounds. When he rolled over onto his back and saw Quinn, he started to cry.

"Thank God, thank God."

"Are you Robert or Wayne?" Quinn asked.

"I'm Robert Lane. Wayne is… Wayne is…"

Quinn put a hand on his shoulder. "I found him. Just rest easy, man. I'm Quinn Walker with the ranger service. Help is already on the way. Give me a second. I need to let them know I found you." He took out his two-way.

"Dispatch, this is Walker, over."

"Go ahead, Walker."

"I've got one alive. I'm sending GPS coordinates. Send me some help, ASAP."

"Copy that, Walker. Help is on the way."

Quinn eyed the area carefully, then dropped his backpack and knelt by Robert. He took out his canteen and lifted the man's head, slowly pouring water into his dry, cracked lips.

Robert grabbed frantically at the water, wanting all of it at once.

"Easy," Quinn said. "A little bit at a time so you don't choke, okay?"

Then he poured a little on a rag and wiped some crusted blood from one eye.

Robert groaned.

"Sorry, man," Quinn said softly, and doused the leg liberally with water, washing off the ants. "Did the bear follow you?"

"I don't know."

"What happened? Why did it attack?"

Robert moaned and then started to cry. "I don't know. It was coming up the trail toward us. The minute it saw us it charged. We never had a chance. It swiped at me first. I went down, and Wayne grabbed a branch and started screaming and yelling, trying to get the bear's attention."

Robert paused, choked on a sob and then broke down and wept.

Quinn let him cry. He knew how it felt to watch a friend die. He gave Robert another drink of water, and finally he was able to finish the story.

"Wayne saved my life. The bear ripped his belly open with one swipe. I heard him scream." Robert shuddered. "He was screaming and screaming, and then all of a sudden it was over. Wayne was…you know, and the bear was tearing into him like he was starving. I got up and ran. I ran. I ran away and left him like a coward."

"No. He was already dead," Quinn said. "Would you have had his sacrifice go for nothing? He did what he did to save your life. It would have been a stupid move not to try and get away, okay?"

Robert nodded, but he was crying again.

"How old are you, Robert?"

"Twenty. Wayne was twenty-two. We've been best friends since I was in the sixth grade. Oh, my God, this is going to kill his mom and dad."

Quinn touched the other man's forearm. "Death is always a hard thing to face, but it comes to all of us eventually. Just hang in there."

Robert moaned. "I think I'm gonna pass out. Don't lea—"

"I won't leave you, man. I promise."

Robert Lane's eyes rolled back in his head.

Quinn felt for a pulse. It was too rapid. The wounds were showing signs of infection. The guy would be lucky if he didn't lose the leg.

He stood up with his rifle steady in his grip. It wasn't the first time he'd stood guard over a man who was down.

He contacted the ranger station again. "This is Walker. Do you copy?"

"Go ahead, Walker."

"From what the hiker said, I think we've got a rogue bear. It's either sick or been injured. Might need to send some trackers up here to find it before it attacks someone else."

"Copy that, Walker. I'll pass the message on."

"Walker out," Quinn said, and pocketed his radio, then resumed guard.

It was close to an hour before he heard a chopper, and somewhat later before he heard people coming up the trail. He was deep into the trees, but they had his coordinates. They would find him. When he began to hear voices, he called out until the rescue crew came into view.

Within minutes they had the hiker's condition assessed, started an IV in his arm, sluiced the rest of the ants out of his wounds with disinfectant, loaded him onto a stretcher and strapped him down. The eight-man crew would take turns, two at a time, carrying him down the mountain to the clearing where the evac chopper was waiting.

Another crew was recovering the other hiker's remains. It would be dark before Quinn got home.

Quinn drove up to the cabin, turned off the headlights of his Jeep and got out. With the sun down, the air was already getting cool. He took his boots off on the deck, unlocked the door and then carried them through to the utility room. He would clean them up later, but not now. He needed to wash the blood off himself first.

He stripped where he stood, tossed his clothes into the washing machine and started it up before heading through the house to his loft. Within minutes he was standing beneath a spray of hot water with his eyes closed, willing away the gore of what he'd seen.

His life was solitary for a reason. Until he could figure out how to cope with his flashbacks and nightmares, he wasn't in any frame of mind to build a personal relationship. He knew this and accepted it, but it didn't make the lonely nights any easier to get past.

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  • Posted September 24, 2012

    Don't Cry for Me by Sharon Sala 5 STARS Don't Cry for Me is a A

    Don't Cry for Me by Sharon Sala
    5 STARS Don't Cry for Me is a A REBEL RIDGE NOVEL. I could not put the book down. Stayed up till 2:00am till I had finshed. Warning thier are a few sex scenes but by far thier was a full engaging story in Don't Cry for Me. I did not obey the title, I cried a little. Quinn Walker has shown up in a previous book helping to save his brother's future wife Beth. Quinn has been home from the war three years and still has nightmares. He works as a Ranger in the back country in the Appalachian Mountains of Kentucky. He lives at the top of a mountain in a new small house. The land was his grandparents home. The old home was destroyed by hired killers trying to kill Beth so she would not testify. Quinn got a call from a friend from his unit about another friend that was hurt bad and does not have family or any place to go when the milatry releases her from the hospital. Quinn said he would take care of it. Mariah Conrad has spent her whole life before Afghanistan in foster care. She is afraid to be homeless again. She has a lot of recovery time before she will be well enough to hold a job. Mariah is surprised when Quinn comes to take her home with him to his small cabin with no neighbors for miles. Mariah has had a brain injury and some of her memories are not thier. She is not in a good place to start up a relationship again with Quinn. Quinn's family is welcoming her back and are grateful because over in Afghanistan she had helped save Quinn's life. Quinn now that he sees Mariah wants to help her like his family was thier for him when he came home imjured. Quinn has lots of reasons why he brought Mariah home to heal. Sharon spins a dramatic story that draws you into her stories and makes you care what happens to the characters. It is also nice to see what the characters from a earlier book are up to now. Mariah is in a fragil state but she is a fighter,caring women, stubbern and not used to seeing a family working together. She is still saving lives on the mountain. I enjoy reading Sharon's novels and will continue reading them in the future. I was given this book to read in exchange of honest review from Netgalley. 09/25/2012 PUB Harlequin Imprint HarlequinMIRA

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 17, 2013

    Highly recommended

    .I thourghly enjoyed the








    I really enjoyed the #2 book in the Rebel Ridge Series. Be sure to read book one

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 3, 2012

    I Also Recommend:

    great

    I really enjoyed the story. It was a great addition to my shelf. would recommend

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2013

    Highly recommened

    This book is awesome I can't wait to read about meg

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 2, 2013

    Teri

    Very entertaining

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2013

    Good Read

    Would definitely recommend -

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2013

    Good book :)

    I had read sharon sala before & really like her books! This series made me buy the next book @ soon @ i was finished with this one:)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 10, 2012

    kc5051

    270 pages. I love Sharon Sala books. This was the 2nd of the Rebel Ridge Series. Mariah and Quinn story of two ex-army recovering from PTSD, find there is life and love after the army. I recommend this book and the first book of the series Next of Kin also.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 27, 2012

    Great read!!!!

    This was so good

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  • Posted November 27, 2012

    *****

    can't put down one of her books from the first page! one of the best.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 19, 2012

    I really liked this book.

    I really liked this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2012

    Willowsong

    Awesome please read my story at spray all results.please read rate and review

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 1, 2012

    Awesome!

    Write more!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2012

    Violetsongs stoey h 3

    Days later Dustykit nudged Violetkit" come to the clearing" Blindly Violetkit stumblied blinking at the unfamiliar sunlight. She stood next to her siblings" Kits meet sparkledust your new mother" boomed blackendclaw. Sparkledust was attractive and lean. Her dark gray shimmered and her clear eyes looked at Violetlits blue ones. Her smile was kind. Suddenly Cedarstar bo unded up " blackendclaw can you lead a patrol?" "Sure thing" he responded " sparkle get to know the kiyts " he called before bounding away. As soon as he dissaperaed into te woods. Sparkledusts smile flew off her face. "Your not my mama!" Whines hazelkit. Sparkledust scowled " i didnt come all this way to watch you kits. Your not mine. I came to be blackenedclaws mate. " she sniffed. " milk " moaned harestkit. Sparkledust scoffed " no way. Im not nursing you. Im sorry to make you jealous but this is how it is" Just then blackenedclaw and others came barrelling back crying " its fireclan thier attacking!" Sparkledust yelped and ran into the thivck crowd leaving the kits . The kits huddled frightened. They watched as cats fought viciously dodging stray claws and feeling blood splash their fur. Then a huge unfamiliar burly black tom appeaoched " kits! Well then" He exteeded an unsheathed claw. " nooooooooo " shrieked Violetkit and she bagan to scartch and nip him. He looked suprised but then hunored as he prepared to strike. Her siblings yolwed but wre unherd in the battlesong. Suddenly a warrior Aspenwave jumped in scratching the toms muzzle and biting his leg. He fell back muttering " gret starclan " Aspenwave grabbed their scruffs exclaiming " kits! What the......."" Sparkledust left" mewed Violetkit " crazy kits stay in the nurdury" she mewed dumping them in. The others kits ran off crying but Violetkit licked herself finding no major injuries exept her paw was sore. " thans sparkledust" she murmured

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2012

    Yp


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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2012

    Loved it

    Another great read!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2012

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    Once again Sharon Sala's book made the five star review. She is one of my favorite authors with her smooth flow of words and sentences that makes her books enjoyable and easy to read. Only a well crafted and gifted writer such as Sharon Sala would take this plot and storyline to the highest level of reading. She will make you fall in love with Quinn and his family and wish you part of the clan. The vivid description of the cabin and sourounding mountains with only the sounds of birds and wild animals makes for a good prescription to heal the mind and soul. This book has the perfect ending to a wonderfully written story. I do want to call attention to the readers to page nine, and what Sharon Sala wrote about our hero's in uniform fighting for our country, it will bring tears to your eyes.

    I hope you read this book and enjoy it as much as I did.

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  • Posted September 22, 2012

    Exceptional, another wonderful story from Sharon Sala. New char

    Exceptional, another wonderful story from Sharon Sala. New characters are introduced, and I got to visit with the previous ones I fell in love with. I can't wait for the next story.

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