Welcome to the Takeover Blitz for Fire Mountain by Dana Mentink hosted by JustRead Publicity Tours!
About the Book
Title: Fire Mountain
Series: Elements of Danger #1
Author: Dana Mentink
Publisher: Revell
Release Date: July 1, 2025
Genre: Mystery & Romantic Suspense
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. As the threat of eruption grows, former cop Cullen Landry refuses to leave his cabin in the evacuation area, which is why he's the only one left who can help Kit escape the crumpled cab of her truck. He doesn't want to get tangled up in the mystery of the beautiful woman with an abandoned infant, but when he sees the bullet hole in the windshield and the bloody handprint on the interior, he realizes that he's in this thing, like it or not.
When two armed men with ill intent approach, the race is on to stay alive, discover the truth, and find the baby's missing mother--all while a deadly mountain rains fire from above.
The baby looked to be less than a year old, maybe nine months and change, as he considered his partner’s child when she’d been a similar size. He recalled the “Honor- ary Uncle” shirt he’d worn proudly when he’d arrived to watch Baby Mia.
The stowaway baby hoisted her legs, pulled one sock off, and managed to grab her tiny toes. He almost laughed at the oddness of it, this itty-bitty human, perfect and whole in the aftermath of a horrible wreck.
Kit’s mouth had actually fallen open as she stared at the infant, her pert lips a circle of disbelief. “This is . . . impossible.”
He let her eyes catch up with her mouth before he spoke. “Her seat was strapped onto your chair back here. Do you remember doing that?” He watched her expression, body language, for any tell that she was lying. He didn’t think she was. Then again, maybe she’d honestly forgot- ten her crime.
“No,” she whispered. “I don’t.”
When she swayed, he guided her to sit on the mattress next to the baby. He was confused. She was confused. The only one at all satisfied was the baby now sucking on her impossibly small toes.
“Could be that was her mother’s handprint on the door,” he suggested. “I’m guessing a woman, by the size of it.”
“But . . . why would a mother leave her child in my truck?”
He decided to rock the boat. “Maybe you kidnapped the mom and baby, put them in your rig to get them out of the county. Someone was trying to rescue her and shot up the rig. Mom escaped and went for help.”
She would have slid off the bed if he hadn’t grabbed her forearm.
“What? That’s completely asinine.” She stopped, looking from him to the baby, arms folded around her middle as if her stomach ached. “I didn’t kidnap any baby. I’ve never seen it before.”
“That you can recall anyway, and it’s a she. I’ve named her Tater Tot until I hear different. We’ll get her to the cops quick as we can.”
Fire sparked her ink-dark eyes. It suited her better than the dazed look.
“And why should I believe a word you say? Maybe you shot at my rig, tried to kill me and the mother and take the baby.”
He laughed. “It’s not funny.”
“If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you when I climbed in and you were still half conscious, wouldn’t I? Maybe cut your throat? Strangled you?”
She blanched but didn’t flinch. Knock it off, Cullen. She’s a civilian, remember? A moment later it flashed on him that he was too. “My truck’s a half mile uphill from here. In the morning, if no help arrives, we can try to reach it, but for now, when the dirt settles, I’m gonna climb out and see if I can get a signal. I’ll try to keep a line of sight to your rig in case the shooter returns.”
Her brows crimped. “Are you some sort of cop?”
The burn of it . . . after almost a year. “No,” he said finally. Best he could do.
Dana Mentink, Fire Mountain
Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group, © 2025. Used by permission
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Book Excerpt
The baby looked to be less than a year old, maybe nine months and change, as he considered his partner’s child when she’d been a similar size. He recalled the “Honor- ary Uncle” shirt he’d worn proudly when he’d arrived to watch Baby Mia.
The stowaway baby hoisted her legs, pulled one sock off, and managed to grab her tiny toes. He almost laughed at the oddness of it, this itty-bitty human, perfect and whole in the aftermath of a horrible wreck.
Kit’s mouth had actually fallen open as she stared at the infant, her pert lips a circle of disbelief. “This is . . . impossible.”
He let her eyes catch up with her mouth before he spoke. “Her seat was strapped onto your chair back here. Do you remember doing that?” He watched her expression, body language, for any tell that she was lying. He didn’t think she was. Then again, maybe she’d honestly forgot- ten her crime.
“No,” she whispered. “I don’t.”
When she swayed, he guided her to sit on the mattress next to the baby. He was confused. She was confused. The only one at all satisfied was the baby now sucking on her impossibly small toes.
“Could be that was her mother’s handprint on the door,” he suggested. “I’m guessing a woman, by the size of it.”
“But . . . why would a mother leave her child in my truck?”
He decided to rock the boat. “Maybe you kidnapped the mom and baby, put them in your rig to get them out of the county. Someone was trying to rescue her and shot up the rig. Mom escaped and went for help.”
She would have slid off the bed if he hadn’t grabbed her forearm.
“What? That’s completely asinine.” She stopped, looking from him to the baby, arms folded around her middle as if her stomach ached. “I didn’t kidnap any baby. I’ve never seen it before.”
“That you can recall anyway, and it’s a she. I’ve named her Tater Tot until I hear different. We’ll get her to the cops quick as we can.”
Fire sparked her ink-dark eyes. It suited her better than the dazed look.
“And why should I believe a word you say? Maybe you shot at my rig, tried to kill me and the mother and take the baby.”
He laughed. “It’s not funny.”
“If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you when I climbed in and you were still half conscious, wouldn’t I? Maybe cut your throat? Strangled you?”
She blanched but didn’t flinch. Knock it off, Cullen. She’s a civilian, remember? A moment later it flashed on him that he was too. “My truck’s a half mile uphill from here. In the morning, if no help arrives, we can try to reach it, but for now, when the dirt settles, I’m gonna climb out and see if I can get a signal. I’ll try to keep a line of sight to your rig in case the shooter returns.”
Her brows crimped. “Are you some sort of cop?”
The burn of it . . . after almost a year. “No,” he said finally. Best he could do.
Dana Mentink, Fire Mountain
Revell, a division of Baker Publishing Group, © 2025. Used by permission
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