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Holding On (Colorado High Country #6) —
The Colorado High Country series returns with Conrad and Kenzie's story.

A hero barely holding on…

Harrison Conrad returned to Scarlet Springs from Nepal, the sole survivor of a freak accident on Mt. Everest. Shattered and grieving for his friends, he vows never to climb again and retreats into a bottle of whiskey—until Kenzie Morgan shows up at his door with a tiny puppy asking for his help. He’s the last person in the world she should ask to foster this little furball. He’s barely capable of managing his own life right now, let alone caring for a helpless, adorable, fluffy puppy. But Conrad has always had a thing for Kenzie with her bright smile and sweet curves. One look into her pleading blue eyes, and he can’t say no.

The woman who won’t let him fall…

Kenzie Morgan’s life went to the dogs years ago. A successful search dog trainer and kennel owner, she gets her fill of adventure volunteering for the Rocky Mountain Search & Rescue Team. The only thing missing from her busy life is love. It’s not easy finding Mr. Right in a small mountain town, especially when she’s unwilling to date climbers. She long ago swore never again to fall for a guy who might one day leave her for a rock. When Conrad returns from a climbing trip haunted by the catastrophe that killed his best friend, Kenzie can see he’s hurting and wants to help. She just might have the perfect way to bring him back to the world of the living. But friendship quickly turns into something more—and now she’s risking her heart to heal his.

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I grew up in Colorado at the foot of the Rocky Mountains, then lived in Denmark and traveled throughout Europe before coming back to Colorado. I have two adult sons, whom I cherish. I started my writing career as a columnist and investigative reporter and eventually became the first woman editor of two different papers. Along the way, my team and I won numerous state and several national awards, including the National Journalism Award for Public Service. In 2011, I was awarded the Keeper of the Flame Lifetime Achievement Award for Journalism. Now I write historical romance and contemporary romantic suspense.


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Friday, March 09, 2007


Yes, it's Friday. F-R-I to the D-A-Y.

Today I took the day off from the paper and focused on my poor, abused novel. But before that, I decided it was time to get my hefty arse back into the gym. I went 45 minutes on the eliptical trainer, getting my heart rate up to 85 percent of its max for my age. I wish Lina were here, because I'd ask her if it's a good thing or a bad thing that I can do that for an extended time without feeling out of breath.

I used to be a long-distance runner. I was serious about my mileage and my time, clocking off 10 to 13 miles a day. Then I had kids and fell off a mountain and became a profession sitter. As in Sit In Chairs All Day — one of my Indian names. But still when I work out for long periods like that, I often reach a point where I'm just not feeling tired, not feeling out of breath. Yes, I'm sweating and holding a conversation without panting a bit isn't possible. But I don't feel out of breath or tired. I feel like I could just keep going and going like the Energizer Bunny. It felt strange to see my heartrate up at 168 and to feel... fine. I didn't do any boxing, though. Next time I put the gloves on, it's going to probably kill me.

Then I went grocery shopping and stocked up on organic everything. Yum.

Then I came home to confront Marc and Sophie...

I've been twiddling with the primary sex scene for maybe three weeks now, and I think I'm finally done with that. Now I need to put the afterburners on and jet through the remaining 10 or so chapters of this novel. I'm going part time for the rest of the month at the paper and taking the last week of March off, so that will help.

I wanted to respond to everyone's posts from yesterday out here.

Leiha, I couldn't agree more. The fact that the boyfriend was living with them proved the mom probably needed to be more strict than she was. We don't know the details, of course, but I had the exact same thought. To think this woman gave birth to one of her alleged killers and fed and sheltered the other... Raw deal, that.

Can you imagine giving birth to a child not knowing that the kid would grow up to take your life?

Rosie, I've done a lot of whistleblower investigations. Well, I guess, really only four or five. But that's a fair number. One lasted for a year. People I interviewed had their homes broken into, got threatening phone calls and faced intimidation. I got open death threats. Then they threatened my kids. I ran part of the story and dropped the rest because I couldn't face the threat to my kids (which they proved they could undertake... won't say more).

Another lasted five months. That led to the National Journalism Awards and was probably the most brutal public battle I've ever fought. The team that handled that investigation is what I call the Dream Team and included my friend Terje, whom I insulted in a previous post, for his lack of enthusiasm for my non-birthday.

Another involved a cement plant. That lasted probably three months and involved some minor threats and a bit of sneaking around, er. This is public, right? Ahem. But we're still reporting on the plant, which just got slammed with its highest-ever fine for more than 72,000 air pollution violations. EGADS!

The investigative part of my job is why my agent thought I should try writing romantic suspense. I truly thought journalism was the most boring thing anyone could ever read about, and I still think it's pretty damn dull until someone pulls a gun or you land a big story. But then most people don't have any familiarity with journalism as a profession. Who knows?

Joanie, kindergarten would scare me. That's a lot of small kiddos in one space. The noise alone would probably put me into the psych ward. I think people who can teach and work with small children deserve medals.

Debbie, you make me laugh. "Super P.C."? Not at all. I really hope you're right about getting the job done — it's going to be hard to find the cracks in to this one, though the whistleblower is doing all they can to help make that happen.

Charina, so wonderful to see you here!!!

OK, dinner's done. Time to feed my kid. He's a bit droopy today. SAT test tomorrow morning early, and he's not happy about it.


Debbie H said...

Pamela, you make me feel like a lazy ass. I do good to walk 3.5mph for 40 min. I hit the wall and then I work hard to get past it. Do you think that is what your doing? After I get past it, I feel like I can go forever.

Unfortunately, I think accidents,children and "real" life causes us to sit more than we should.

Man, I wish we had more organic markets here. Most of the organic produce and such is so over priced, that it sits and rots. I can't wait until summer when the roadside stands go up.

I bet Marc and Sophie will be so glad you have the time to devote to them and their story. I am glad you will have the time off to be with them and enjoy the spring days to come.

You know you are good at cracking and exposing these types of crimes against people. So many people don't know what to do when they see this going on. I am glad there are people like you who will help.

Poor Benj. I hated those tests although I did quite well in all areas except math, which is par for the course.

Rosie said...

Good for you to have a day off from the paper. I think that's good that you can get your heart rate up that much without getting out of breath. I so need to follow your steps. Actually, now that the time is changing, I'll be able to go at night since it's still light. Woot!

Okay, investigative journalism is scary. Girl, I can't believe what you've been through, especially the kid threats. Scary!!!

Good luck to Benji on the SAT. I'll be thinking good thoughts for him!

I've just started extending my workouts and added more cardio. I've hit a major plateau and I have to shake things up. I told my friend about what I added and for how long and she basically said she would have coughed up a lung. Me, afterwards I was crawling on my tongue to get home. The scale hasn't dropped but the inches has... it's a shame what women have to go through to keep in shape, while men as they get older... look better.

I'm sure in your very capable hands, Marc and Sophie will be just fine... can't wait to read it though... I'm suffering through I can't find a decent book!

Debbie — I don't think that's it because I'd have to hit a wall first. Not all days are like that. Some days I feel exhausted doing nothing. But some days it's as if there are no limits. I think having been a hardcore runner helps. My trainer once commented that beneath my extra weight is a true athlete. Well, who knows if that's true. But he said it, not me. I just hope I can peel off the flubber and find that true athlete before I'm wearing dentures.

Rosie — Daylight Savings is here, girl! Time to move! :-)

My trainer told me once, when I complained that I didn't see the purpose in trying to get in shape since at the age of 42 I was half dead anyway, that he didn't care if I dropped dead tomorrow as long as working out made me feel better today.

That really stuck with me. He rocks.

As for investigative journalism, I think I'm probably not very good at it. I've let my novels take most of my energy, which means I'm not as gonzo as I used to be. I think people just bring me stories because I have a reputation for actually caring about what happens to people.

Some of it is really scary, which is why I write romantic suspense. I was wondering how many other romance novelists have been held at gunpoint while doing their jobs. It's happened to me twice -- once about 12 years ago and once in November 2005. I've probably bored you all with that story already. But, yeah, the kids thing was scary, scary, truly scary. It's the only time I've backed off a story.

Charina, my trainer tells me that weight training is the key to getting past plateaus. Also, he recommends completely shaking up your workout routine so that your body has no idea what's coming next: interval training, running stairs, weights, rowing, etc.

It's a pain in the butt, isn't it????

Ronlyn said...

Can it be Friday again? Please? I missed this past one. (Well, not really, but I was in MT dealing with everything, so I felt like I missed it. Aside from my wonderful DH scheduling me for a prenatal massage to help me maintain my stress. that was a good Friday treat!)
I'm impressed with your work out ability. I am a professional sitter myself. Occasionally a stretcher but that's about it. After this baby is born I have grand illusions of getting myself back in great shape. We shall see. *G*
Anyhoo...wanted to pop in and say HI!

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