Fire Mountain JustRead Tour {book review and giveaway}
Welcome to the Takeover Blitz for Fire Mountain by Dana Mentink hosted by JustRead Publicity Tours!
About the Book
Fire rains from above as they fight to discover the truth and stay alive.
In the shadow of a threatening volcano, long-haul trucker Kit Garrido wakes up in her crashed big rig, unable to recall what happened or why she's suddenly in possession of someone's baby. Fiercely independent, she has to admit that perhaps this time she could use a little help.PURCHASE LINKS: Goodreads | Revell | Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Bookshop
Excerpt:
A duffel bag. He hauled it out, preoccupied with other details. How long before the cops might possibly arrive, pending his success at getting a signal? There was an out- side chance Gideon might check in on him in light of the more recent explosions. And a slim possibility that his brother had tried to call him and might dispatch help when he got no reply. Slim was better than none.
He unzipped the bag. “Score. Baby stuff.” The contents were jumbled and looked to have been flung quickly inside.
Kit didn’t answer for a moment. “Cullen, do you think Tot’s mother is alive?”
The silence thickened between them. “I don’t know.” But the cop in him insisted otherwise.
The missing mother had cared enough to strap in her baby and pack supplies, but had not returned to the wreck? He extracted a diaper and looked at Kit. “Care to do the honors or should I?”
She shuddered. “You.”
He laid Tot on the bed, stripped off the soiled diaper, and applied a new one, proud that it only required one readjustment to get it perfect. Kit reached in the bag and handed him a baby-sized hoodie.
“How about this? It’s getting colder in here.”
It took both of them to wrestle the kid into the garment. In a nifty side pocket of the duffel was a baby bottle and a bunch of powdered formula packets along with a single jug of distilled water. Thank you, God. He squinted. The printing was too tiny on the packet.
“Can you, uh, read this?”
Incredibly, she smirked. “My dad had to hold things far away when he hit a certain age too.”
He scowled. “I’m only forty.”
“Don’t worry. Forty is the new thirty.” She read the instructions and even mixed the bottle for him after sanitizing her hands with a wipe, then continued her perusal of the duffel bag’s contents.
He settled into the chair with Tot on his lap. When he lifted the nipple to her lips, Tot latched on like a hungry bear. While she drank, he continued his examination of the sleeping area and noticed a small crate of books, a half-dozen volumes neatly secured with bungee cords. Volcanoes of the Pacific Rim. The Living Planet, the earthquakes and volcanoes edition.
“Bookworm?” He motioned to the crate with his chin.
“Just learning.”
“About volcanoes?”
“Sure. Don’t you want to know what’s unfolding around you?”
“Only in small doses.” He admired Tot’s robust guzzling. “Good thing she’s not picky about her beverage temperature. Do you want to take her now while she’s occupied?” But Kit’s attention was elsewhere.
“The bag,” she said.
“Uh-huh.” He was trying to recall the topography around them. If he couldn’t get a signal, he’d continue on to the truck, drive up a ways. A mile north in the direction of his cabin there was a granite peak, one of many in the foothills of Mount Ember, sprinkled all along the Cascade Range.
If the seismic activity hadn’t destabilized it and he could make it to the top, or even halfway, he might get a signal. Call Gideon first? Sometimes it was easier to get an outside connection if the systems were overtaxed. That would leave Kit and the baby alone for a longer period. They should have a contingency plan, get some supplies together in case they had to flee. A disaster in the making, but if Big Guns came back . . .
She spoke louder this time. “The duffel bag.” His focus snapped back to her. “What about it?”
She was on one knee, peering at it. “It’s too heavy for a few baby supplies. I pack duffels all the time for multiple nights, and they never weigh this much.”
She pawed through the contents, burrowing past the tiny clothes, small Tupperware containers, and mini formula packets. When she pulled out a plastic-wrapped bundle, he let out a low whistle.
She stared.
He stared.
The baby sucked.
The fading sun illuminated the fat stacks of money gripped in Kit’s hands.
About the Author
Dana Mentink is a USA Today and Publishers Weekly bestselling author. She's written more than 50 mystery and suspense novels for Love Inspired Suspense, Harvest House, and Poisoned Pen Press. Winner of two ACFW Carol Awards, a Holt Medallion Award, and a Romantic Times Reviewer's Choice Award, Dana lives in Northern California with her husband.
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Tour Giveaway
(1) winner will receive a copy of Fire Mountain and a $20 Amazon gift card!
Be sure to check out each stop on the tour for more chances to win. Full tour schedule linked below. Giveaway began at midnight July 9, 2025 and lasts through 11:59 PM EST on July 16, 2025. Winner will be notified within 2 weeks of close of the giveaway and given 48 hours to respond or risk forfeiture of prize. US only. Void where prohibited by law or logistics.
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