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My Wildest Dream

My Wildest Dream

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Tragedy haunts her, regrets shadow him and passion lures them into a mystery as dangerous as their feelings for each other. In MY WILDEST DREAM, Freethy captivates with a sensuous game of tainted hearts and tempting romance." Isha

Brodie McGuire was a bold, fearless skier whose dreams of Olympic gold vanished in one career-ending fall. Now, he's following in the footsteps of his grandfather as a cop in his hometown of Whisper Lake. Surrounded by the mountains he once conquered, Brodie is trying to find stability and purpose in his new future...when a case brings him together with a beautiful woman, whose cool reserve intrigues him more than he'd like.

Chelsea Cole was a country music singer on her way to the top when her music inspired a tragedy. Unable to face her fans or the spotlight, she went into hiding, reinventing herself as a small-town music teacher. But Whisper Lake has its secrets, and a problem with one of Chelsea's students introduces her to a brash and altogether too sexy cop who wreaks havoc on her plans for a quiet, drama-free life.

As Chelsea and Brodie work together to solve a mystery, sparks fly between them. Brodie tempts Chelsea out of her safe cocoon, but will more pain be waiting? And when Brodie pushes Chelsea to find her voice again, will she be one more dream he has to give up?

What the readers are saying about MY WILDEST DREAM…

"This is a captivating, heartwarming story with laughter, tears, and the enchanting town of Whisper Lake." Kristen

"Chelsea & Brodie steal your heart from the very first pages to the last. MY WILDEST DREAM has small town charm and the comfort of friends and family. I loved everything about this Must-Read Story!!" Doni

"Barbara Freethy is a must read for me...romance, suspense, great stories & characters you want to meet & have a few drinks with." Mary – on MY WILDEST DREAM

"MY WILDEST DREAM has just the right mix of romance and suspense to keep the reader interested from the first chapter to the final page. I loved everything about this book. Visiting Whisper Lake is like coming home and reuniting with old friends. You won’t be disappointed. Norma



Brodie McGuire woke up abruptly. Someone was in the yard

He glanced at the clock. It was two a.m. A shadow passed by his window. He grabbed his gun from the drawer in the nightstand and moved to the door. 

As a police officer in Whisper Lake, he was always prepared for trouble. In the last month, there had been two arson fires in homes only a few blocks away, and both had started in the middle of the night. 

Those houses had been empty, but considering he'd just moved in two days ago, and there was not a stick of furniture in the front of the house, someone might not know he was there. 

He moved out of his bedroom, down the hall, and through the kitchen, pausing by the back door. With gun in hand, he turned the knob, and slowly opened the door.

It was a clear night with a big, bright moon. As he crept down the path, he heard a rustling in the bushes. Then one of the potted plants on the patio fell over. 

"Dammit! Just stay put!" a woman said, coming out of the bushes.

As she came into view, he said, "Stop right there." 

She whirled around, gasping at the sight of the gun in his hand. The calico cat in her arms hissed and then jumped back toward the bushes. 

"Ow," she yelped, as the cat scratched her arms on his frantic leap to safety. She glared at Brodie as blood trickled down her arm. "What the hell did you do that for?" 

"I thought you were breaking into my house." He lowered his gun, realizing the attractive woman dressed in leggings and a form-fitting workout top was probably not out to do him any harm. But why she was in his yard in the middle of a night was another question. "What are you doing here?" 

"I was trying to catch that damn cat. I finally had her in my arms, and then you come busting out the door with a gun. A gun," she echoed, her gaze narrowing in wariness, as if she suddenly realized he might not be a good guy. "Who are you?"

"Brodie McGuire. I'm a police officer." He wished now that he'd thrown on some pants, because standing barefoot on the patio in black boxer briefs and a gray T-shirt didn't make him look too professional. "Your turn. Name?"

"Chelsea Cole. I live across the street—one house down."

"Cole? Are you related to Adam?" he asked, referring to one of his fellow cops.

"Yes. He's my brother." She paused as the bushes next to her rustled once more. She parted the branches. "Lady Jane, is that you?"

"The cat's name is Lady Jane?" 

"Yes, and she's a haughty queen, from what I've seen. I'm watching her for the Bakers."

"Who are the Bakers?"

"Your next-door neighbors. How do you not know that?" 

"I just moved in."

"Oh, right. Mrs. Petrie, the neighborhood know-it-all, said you used to be an Olympic skier."  

"Used to be. Now I'm a cop." He'd been a police officer for two years, but he'd been a skier from the age of six to twenty-seven, when his Olympic dreams had come to a crashing end. "Where are the Bakers? Why aren't they chasing their cat?" 

"They went to San Francisco for two weeks. They left on Saturday night. They told me to just let the cat out in the morning and then bring her in at night. But guess what? After I let her out on Sunday morning, I found out Lady Jane doesn't want to come in at night, and she wants nothing to do with me. I've been trying to lure her into the house for the past three nights. I haven't slept a second because of this damn cat."

"So, let her stay out."

"And get eaten by a coyote or a mountain lion? I couldn't live with that. She's my responsibility. The second I catch her, she is staying in the house. She can live with being an indoor cat until they come back." 

"Well, good luck."

"Wait. Do you think you could help me?" she asked, with a hopeful gleam in her eyes.

"Catch the cat?" He was amazed by the question. "It's the middle of the night."

"You don't want anything to happen to her, do you?"

"From what I've seen, I don't think you're going to catch her, unless you have food." 

"I've already tried that. But she was sneaky and too fast for me. I need to lure her into the house, and then have someone come up behind her and shut the door once she's inside." 

"I'll help you in the morning." 

"But something could happen to her between now and then."

"You're taking your cat-sitting responsibilities very seriously."

"Isn't that a good thing?" She challenged. "Oh, it's fine. Go back to sleep. I'll try to get her in on my own."

He could either spend the night hearing her rustle around in the bushes or he could try to help her. "Just let me put some pants on." 

"Thank you."

He moved quickly into the house, put away his gun, and pulled on a pair of jeans and his sneakers. Then he made his way back into the yard. 

Chelsea was on her hands and knees, peering into the bushes between his house and the Bakers. She looked up at him. "Okay, here's the plan."

"We have a plan?" he asked with a grin, thinking that if he was going to be tasked with catching a cat, he could at least appreciate the fact that this beautiful woman was going to soon be in his debt.

"Yes," she said, getting back to her feet. "I'll go next door. I'll get her food bag and shake some food into the bowl. Hopefully, she'll hear it and come running. Then you sneak up behind her and close the door. You'll have to be quiet. She's very suspicious."

"Got it."

He followed her through a break in the bushes between the two properties. 

"Try to stay out of sight," she told Brodie.

"I'll do my best."  

Chelsea slipped through the open back door, and he moved off to the side, away from the cat's direct path into the house. He heard the rattle of a food bag. A minute passed. The bag was shaken once more. The cat came around the far side of the house. She slunk low to the ground, ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble.

He stayed as still as he could, thankful that it was a warm August night, and he wasn't freezing his ass off hiding in the bushes. He still couldn't quite believe he was doing this much.

The sound of food being poured into a bowl came once again through the quiet night. 

The cat slid toward the open door. 

He suddenly felt the pressure of the situation. If he moved too fast, the cat would escape. If he moved too slow, the cat might go in and then come back out again. 

Finally, Lady Jane moved through the door. He left his hiding spot, walking as quietly and as quickly as he could. When he got to the door, he pulled it shut, feeling ridiculously triumphant at the completion of such a simple task.

"Got her," Chelsea said from the other side of the door.  

He blew out a breath of relief, wondering why he cared. He didn't know the Bakers, much less their snooty cat. 

He was about to go home when Chelsea opened the door and waved him inside. 

"Lady Jane went under the bed," she said, as he stepped into the Bakers' kitchen. 

"Mission accomplished."

"Thank you so much, Brodie." A grateful smile spread across her face and in the light, he finally had a chance to get a good look at her. She had light-brown hair with gold highlights that gleamed under the kitchen lights and fell halfway down her back in wild waves. Her big, blue eyes were the color of a morning sky. Her skin was clear and golden, as if she'd caught some sun in the past few days. The only things marring her beauty were the dark shadow under her eyes, probably the result of little to no sleep the past three days, and several long, red scratches, courtesy of the cat.

"You should clean those scratches."

"I'll do it when I get home." She let out a breath. "I'm so relieved to have Lady Jane inside. I almost had her last night, but some kid was flying a drone, and it came right through the yard. The whirring sound made Lady Jane bolt."

"A kid was flying a drone in the middle of the night?" 

"It was about midnight, but yes."

"That's odd."

"I guess." She paused, her gaze narrowing. "Why do you look concerned?"

"There have been two suspicious fires set at night over the last month."

"I heard. One of the kids in my second-grade class lives on Carlmont, across the street from the most recent fire. Do you think the drone is connected?"

"I don't know. Did you happen to notice anyone or anything else while you've been running around the neighborhood the past few nights?"

She frowned as she considered his question. "Nothing out of the ordinary. I saw the occasional person taking a walk, having a cigarette or letting out their dog, but that's about it."

"Did you know those people?"

"I recognized a couple as neighbors, but I wouldn't say I know them. Anyway, I'm ready for bed, and I'm sure you are, too." 

He waited while she turned off the lights and locked the door behind them. "I'll walk you home."

"That's not necessary. I'm just across the street."

He shrugged. "I'll feel better." 

"And here I thought I'd moved to a town with little to no crime." 

"There's crime everywhere, but for the most part, Whisper Lake is a safe place to live."

"Are there any arson suspects?"

"Unfortunately, no. Thankfully, the fires were set in empty homes, where no one would be hurt. When I heard you rustling around in my bushes, I had the thought that someone might think my house was empty since I only moved in a couple of days ago." 

"Good point. I assume that's why you came out with your gun. But you scared the hell out of me." 

"You didn't look scared; you looked pissed off." 

She smiled, and he felt his gut clench. 

"Well, that, too. Mostly because you made Lady Jane jump out of my arms." She paused when they got to her front door. "I owe you one."

He nodded. "You do. Maybe we could have dinner one night."

She immediately shook her head. "I don't think so."

"Why not?" He was surprised by her abrupt and rapid rejection of his invitation. 

"I'm really busy. Good night, Brodie."

She closed the door in his face while he was still trying to come to grips with the fact that she'd just blown him off. 

He frowned. She hadn't even bothered to make an excuse. Maybe she had a boyfriend, or a fiancé. Although, it appeared she lived alone. But that didn't mean anything.

Shaking his head, he headed home. The block was quiet, and while there were two streetlights, there were also lots of dark shadows. He thought about the drone Chelsea had mentioned. 

Could it be tied to the fires? Was the drone casing the homes? Or was it a completely unconnected incident?  

It was something to think about.

In about six hours, he thought with a sigh, as he entered his house. It was three now, and he had to be at work at eight. Hopefully, the rest of the night would be uneventful. He needed to sleep. But as he got into bed and closed his eyes, his mind went straight to Chelsea Cole. 

As the sister of a fellow cop, she needed to be off-limits. 

Not that she was interested in him. She'd made that clear. He'd just been someone to help her catch a cat. His past fame certainly hadn't impressed her, either. 

There had been a time when women had hit on him, just because they wanted to sleep with a celebrity. But Chelsea didn't want to sleep with him. She didn't even want to have dinner with him. He smiled to himself. He'd always liked a challenge. He'd just have to change her mind.

Irresistible romance, compelling characters, heartwarming emotion, mystery, and drama await in the Whisper Lake Series. Set in the Colorado mountains, this small-town romance series features some of your favorite storylines including runaway bride, second chance romance, enemies to lovers and more... Along with the romance, you'll find secrets and family drama, because I love to complicate a good love story and send my characters on a life-changing journey.

Each book can be read as a standalone novel. No cliffhangers.

Don't miss any of the books in the series:

  • Always With Me
  • My Wildest Dream 
  • Can't Fight The Moonlight
  • Just One Kiss
  • If We Never Met
  • Tangled Up In You
  • Next Time I Fall