High Impact

Emery Lawson reinvents herself after a near-death experience prompts a thorough reevaluation of her priorities. Empowered to live a life of no regrets, she casts aside all that is familiar to face her fears and chase her dreams. But as she heads for the wilds of Alaska, romance is definitely not on her agenda because she’s convinced she’s incapable of falling in love.

Pasha Dunn has learned to expect the unexpected in her job with an Adventure Outfitter in the remote Alaskan interior. Adaptability is essential in such a savage and unforgiving landscape. But she’s woefully unprepared when her infallible intuition tells her that client Emery Lawson is the soul mate she’s been waiting for all her life. Emery is clearly determined to remain unattached, and her high-risk vagabond lifestyle is too far outside Pasha’s comfort zone.

All that they think they want and know will be challenged when they are thrust into a nightmare of survival and endurance high above the Arctic Circle.

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High Impact

© 2011 By Kim Baldwin. All Rights Reserved.

ISBN 13: 978-1-60282-616-8

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First Edition: December 2011

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Editor: Shelley Thrasher

Production Design: Susan Ramundo

Cover Photo By Nyoda

Cover Design By Sheri ([email protected])

Hunter’s Pursuit
Force of Nature
Whitewater Rendezvous
Flight Risk
Focus of Desire
Breaking the Ice
High Impact

The Elite Operatives Series with Xenia Alexiou

Lethal Affairs
Thief of Always
Missing Lynx
Dying to Live

Most of my readers know I have a passion for writing about Alaska. This is the third book I’ve set there, after
Whitewater Rendezvous
and
Breaking the Ice
. It’s such an extraordinary backdrop for a nature-based adventure, full of plot possibilities and vivid sensory images, and I embraced the chance to revisit some favorite characters from the previous novels as well as introduce a new couple to the landscape. As with my previous books, it’s my profound hope
High Impact
not only entertains, but also inspires readers to join in the battle to preserve our greatest national treasure—the Alaskan wilderness—from the threat of oil drilling and other perils.

My deep appreciation to all the women at Bold Strokes Books who contribute so much to making my books the best they can be. Radclyffe, for her leadership and vision, and for taking the chance on a new and inexperienced author. Editor Shelley Thrasher, who inspires and challenges me to always improve my craft, and catches me when I fall short. Graphic artist Sheri, for another amazing cover. Connie Ward, BSB Publicist and first-reader extraordinaire, and all the other support staff who work behind the scenes to make each BSB book an exceptional read.

I’d also like to thank my dear friends Jenny Harmon and author Carsen Taite, for your invaluable feedback and insights. Jenny, you help keep me on track and motivated during the writing of each manuscript more than you’ll ever know.

Although all the characters in my books until now have been fictional, two in this book are based on real-life friends, Dita Eidson and Toni Whitaker, who were the top contributors to an auction I held to benefit a woman with cancer. I hope they’re pleased with how they’re portrayed.

I am blessed to have a circle of close friends who provide unending support. Marty, Xenia, Pattie, Clau & Es, Linda, Felicity, Kat. Near or far, you are always close to my heart. Thank you to my brother Tom, always willing to chauffeur me to the airport.

And especially to all the readers who encourage me by buying my books, showing up for my personal appearances, and for taking the time to e-mail me. Thank you so much.

For Mom & Dad

Most people can look back over the years and identify a time and place at which their lives changed significantly. Whether by accident or design, these are the moments when, because of a readiness within us and a collaboration with events occurring around us, we are forced to seriously reappraise ourselves and…make certain choices that will affect the rest of our lives.

—
FREDERICK F. FLACK

Bettles, Alaska

September 2009

Pasha Dunn pressed her face against the window of the Cessna and gazed at the small settlement coming into view, the first sign of civilization she’d seen since they left Fairbanks two hours earlier. The journey over endless stretches of empty swampland, taiga forest, countless lakes, wide river valleys, and snow-peaked mountain ranges had driven home just how isolated her new home north of the Arctic Circle was.

The village of Bettles didn’t look like much from the air, just a scattering of buildings along the Koyukuk River, set in dense green forest. More impressive was its backdrop: the endless Brooks Range, one of North America’s most magnificent and desolate stretches of high mountains.

Of all the places she’d lived, this would certainly qualify as the most unique.

Her friends in Minneapolis had been shocked and dismayed when she decided to move to such an isolated, harsh environment, where temperatures during winter could drop to twenty-below or worse and stay there for months. She hadn’t hesitated, however, because her keen sense of intuition had led her here.

The power—as she referred to it—had so far proved infallible, though it had taken her years to fully develop and surrender to her gift. She didn’t consider herself psychic, exactly. She certainly couldn’t produce such feelings at will. But as long as she could remember, she had experienced deep, profound gut feelings about people, places, and circumstances that always panned out. Every job, every major move, everyone she’d ever been close to had prompted that niggling you-can’t-pass-this-up sense that seemed to arise when something of importance presented itself. Similarly, she’d sometimes get an impending sense of doom about someone or something, and she’d follow that intuition, often to find later she’d had good reason for her sinking sense of dread.

The power had last manifested itself a month ago, when she’d spotted an advertisement on a job-hunting Web site. It read, very simply,

Do you have what it takes to live the adventure others only dream of? Eidson Eco-Tours, an adventure outfitter in Alaska, is looking for men and women to serve as wilderness guides and support staff. No experience necessary, but related skills desirable. Must be physically fit, reliable, love nature, and play well with others. Contact Dita Eidson to apply.

Pasha was working at a salon, but she’d felt for months that she needed to move on and begin a new chapter in her life. She was waiting only for that boom of recognition, that pivotal knowing her new direction, which had come when the ad caught her eye. She’d immediately picked up the phone and dialed the contact number, and her feeling of rightness had only intensified when she heard Dita Eidson’s soft Southern drawl.

Now she was here, anxious and excited to begin her new job as an outfitter’s assistant.
Dita had explained that her duties initially would involve booking clients, packing for trips, running errands, and in general being her go-to gal. Since the winter months were slow, she’d spend much of her time training with some of the seasoned guides, learning all the skills she’d need to be out in the field with clients—first aid, cooking, safety, survival, and so on.

If she took to the job and did well her first summer season, Dita promised, she’d become a junior guide the next year.

The plane set down on the village’s short, single runway and taxied to a stop near what passed as the control tower—a small cabin whose sign read Bettles FAA Station. As the pilot—a middle-aged bearded guy who’d introduced himself as Skeeter—unloaded her bags, she asked directions to the Eidson Eco-Tours office.

“Easy breezy,” he said, blowing smoke from the cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. “Follow that gravel strip there two blocks, hang a right, and you’re there. Can’t miss it.”

“Thanks.”

Pasha hefted her pack onto her back and pulled up the handle of her big rolling suitcase before setting off. She passed an enormous log structure at the edge of the tarmac that looked to be one of the more popular places in the village, judging by the handful of lunchtime patrons. The sign above the door read The Den. She’d have to check it out once she got settled.

The Eidson Eco-Tours office was a two-story wood structure with a wide porch dotted with wicker rockers and massive caribou antlers over the door. When she went inside, a tiny bell above her jangled. She found herself in a cozy waiting area, with couches and chairs, a TV, and walls adorned with framed photographs and native art.

A petite woman in her early fifties, with short-cropped salt-and-pepper hair and wire-rimmed glasses, emerged from a room in the back. She glanced from Pasha to her overstuffed backpack and large suitcase and smiled. “I bet you’re Pasha, aren’t you?” she asked with a soft Southern drawl as she headed toward her. “Welcome to Bettles.”

“I am. And I recognize that voice. Dita, right?”

“None other. Pleased to meet you,” Dita said, offering her hand.

“Likewise. I’m excited to be here.”

As they shook hands, a faint rainbow-colored aura shimmered briefly around Dita’s body. Pasha grinned. Auras were one of her power’s most valuable manifestations, because they only appeared around people who would become her cherished friends.