Moxie & Roses (Thunder Rose Collection #1)

By Tami Lyn Chambers

What happens when a young girl is called to do the bidding of Spirit at a spooky horse ranch?

In Book 1 of the Thunder Rose Collection, we meet Moxie Montego who works nights at a high end Dallas strip club. Diego Escamilla bartender turned ranch hand brings Moxie to what is supposed to be a relaxing outing at Thunder Rose Ranch run by Pamela Cartwright, her daughter Amber, and Edgar "River" Whitetail a Native American healer and animal communicator.

Why would a high end stripper, gentle-souled bartender turned ranch hand, horse whisperer, and lonely socialite all be called together at Thunder Rose Ranch.

Spirit has pulled them together to solve the mysteries of Thunder Rose and the ghosts and spirits of the land have conspired to bring them together to complete a hero's journey that none of them could have imagined.

In this first book of the Thunder Rose Collection, a mysterious box promises hope and faith while an ominous force called The Screech threatens the very core of humanity and all that is good trying to manifest in this world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tami Lyn Chambers
• Release date: Oct 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005425913

Tami Lyn Chambers

As a young girl you couldn't get me away from books. I spent a lot of time writing down the ideas in my mind and turning them into comics and funny stories with my sister.I loved being around books and could have lived in the library if I had been able to. I got lost in my Mother's books from when she was a child, 'King Arthur', 'The Arabian Nights', and Nancy Drew transported me from a lonely child into a queen, an Arabian princess, and a young detective.I love to learn about anything to do with spirituality and alternative healing methods and have been certified in many different modalities. I use my knowledge and experience with them as part of my storytelling.Channeling fiction is something relatively new and interesting to me. But the most fun part is being surprised by all the amazing stories and people who grace the pages of my books. I truly have learned so much from them and in the process have been led on a transformative journey right along with all of my readers.I'm so excited to be able to share stories of healing, love, and inspiration with you.

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MOXIE & ROSES

Thunder Rose Collectio n

TAMI LYN CHAMBERS

Copyright © 2019 Tami Lyn Chambers

All rights reserved.

ISBN:

9781079743937

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in any retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without permission in writing from the author, except by a reviewer, who may quote brief passages in a review.

Cover and exterior/ interior design by Tami Lyn Chambers

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DEDICATION

To all the angels, ancestors, fairies, elementals, star family, and friends of Moxie and Roses who pushed me to complete this book. I adore you and am forever your friend.

And to my beloved Etheric Creative Team, Wayne Dyer, Barbara Cartland, Rod Serling, Elizaneen, Rainbow Unicorn, and my beautiful Lemurian Guardian Fae Antozoran.

Thank you for believing in me.

1 PINK LADIES 

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All is well at Thunder Rose Ranch at least that's how it seems to any casual observer who visits the ranch to board their horse or get a riding lesson from the well-meaning trainers. But there's another story hidden inside the two-story historic stone and log ranch house that sits on six hundred acres in Stratford, a small town in Northern Dallas Texas. As young patrons ride their paint ponies and the ranch hands shovel out the horse stalls, Pamela Cartwright, Thunder Rose's matriarch puts the finishing touches on her makeup.

Sitting at her makeup table in front of an antique oval mirror she admires herself for the third time this morning. Oh, honey, you're going to make them all purr today she thinks imagining herself as she used to when she walked out onto the stage at the Texas Beauty Queen pageants. You are going to win every title out there. What she forgets sometimes is those stages were lit for her over twenty years ago and now the only stages she's on are the ones where she wins awards for Horse Ranch of the Year or best Horst Training Academy of the South. No one cares about her makeup there.

Amber, Pamela's nineteen-year-old daughter, enters her mother's bedroom to ask for money but sees her Mother lost in herself in front of the mirror. Oh forget it, Amber thinks to herself. I'll never get her to really hear me when she's primping herself like that. Amber decides to go out to the horse stalls to see if Diego has gotten there yet. Diego Escamilla works at Thunder Rose as a part-time ranch hand every Monday and Tuesday so Luke and Billy the full-time hands can have some time off.

Amber smooths her long blonde hair and adds a spritz of Bomb Shell perfume that her mother bought her on her last trip to Paris before bounding down the winding staircase of the main house and out the back door. It's a short walk down a manicured path to the stables. When she arrives there's only the whinny of the horses and the crack of the trainer's dressage whip on the air.

In downtown Dallas, Moxie Montego sits on her small patio glad that it's her night off from work. Moxie dances at the posh men's club, Pink Lady. The club is hidden on the top floor of a high-end Dallas high rise and is frequented by invitation only. Diamond Martinez who runs the club enjoys the privacy that is only given after favors have been provided to the all right people. Diamond hired Moxie after meeting her at an Italian fusion restaurant where Moxie was working the door. Diamond knew sex appeal when she saw it and she also knew that all her clients would love to see Moxie up on stage.

Diego Escamilla, Diamond's nephew, also works the bar at Pink Lady. He occasionally needs to muscle out some drunk guy who's not observing the rules. But usually, the tall muscular Diego just gets to work behind the bar and enjoy the scenery. He doesn't know what he likes better. Watching half naked girls all night or the peace and serenity at Thunder Rose on his days off, so he chooses to do both. It's Monday morning and Diego is recovering from last night at Pink Lady. One of the girls got sick and had to leave mid-show. So that left more work for the others who celebrated the end of the night at 3am by having a tequila shot contest. Diego not wanting to be left out of the fun had joined them and was suffering the effects now. He did have one success last night. Moxie had finally agreed to come to visit him at Thunder Rose. He had been trying to get her out there for a while now.

Now Diamond had very strict rules for her girls at Pink Lady and one of them was that they didn't date the help or the patrons. The last time a girl had broken this rule it had erupted into a huge fight one night. One that Diego wasn't able to handle alone. He had ended up in the hospital with broken ribs and a concussion after trying to separate Deanna and her patron turned boyfriend after the boyfriend found Deanna showing more of herself than he was comfortable with. But Moxie and Diego were just friends and what his aunt Diamond didn't know wouldn't hurt her, he thought. He just wanted Moxie to see how peaceful and serene it was at Thunder Rose.

Moxie's head was spinning from too much tequila the night before. But she was also smiling because she had finally agreed to see Diego outside of Pink Lady. She knew it was forbidden but she really liked him and hoped he might like her too. He spoke highly of this ranch he worked at and she was excited to see the horses and take a ride. She used to ride when she was little.

Her father was a horse wrangler in one of Mexico's largest rodeo circuits and would let her ride the gentle ponies on the weekends when her grandparents would take her to see him. Moxie decided a cool shower would help wash away the cobwebs in her brain so she headed inside to get ready.

2 PAMELA AND EDGAR



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Pamela Cartwright didn't know what to do next as she stood up from her makeup table.   Her chef Marguerite was already in the kitchen preparing breakfast and she handed Pamela a steaming mug of her favorite coffee as she entered the kitchen. Sipping the strong brew, Pamela decided to go out to the stables to double check on the horses. She had already been out once early that morning after hearing a commotion coming from out back. She was deep in sleep and had been awakened by the tense whinnying of the horses. This was more than a little anxiety she thought as she could hear them kicking their stalls from all the way up in her bedroom.

She thought maybe Luke had forgotten to bolt up the stable doors and some raccoon or God forbid larger animal had made its way inside. The horses could be spooked by almost anything but when she had made it out to the barn she didn't see a thing. The stable door was locked and when she went inside there was nothing. But the horses were spooked just the same and this was the third time this month. It was time to call Edgar she thought a little too excitedly.

Edgar River Whitetail was Thunder Rose's equivalent to a horse whisperer although he wouldn't knowingly accept such a title. Edgar lived up on the Oklahoma plains and rode his big Appaloosa down to Thunder Rose to spend the winters there. No one knew quite where he lived but it was rumored he had a small cabin by a river and that he lived there alone. Edgar liked to bunk with the horses when he was at Thunder Rose much to Pamela's dismay. She would have preferred to have him in her bed but she figured he might warm to that in time. Although he didn't show her the slightest bit of amorous attention she was convinced that deep down he really lusted for her just like all the others. Pamela was forever trying to find excuses to be around Edgar when he was there but he preferred to ride out on the open range taking a different horse each time. Pamela paid him handsomely as he was the only one who could tame or heal the most unruly or sickened horse. She didn't know how he did it. She just knew that whatever he did worked.

Word had gotten around Stratford that Pamela had herself a magic horse healer and everyone who owned a horse or ran a horse business, which was pretty much everyone in town, wanted to see what Edgar had to offer. But Pamela didn't like to share and was keeping him all to herself avoiding anyone who wanted to come by to drop off their troubled horse so 'The Whisperer' as they called him could give it a look over. Edgar knew full well what Pamela was up to but he accepted that this was just her way and the joy he got from being at the ranch outweighed the petty stuff that came up between them. And he had six hundred acres to escape into so it wasn't hard to avoid her. He knew that she thought she fancied him but he knew the real truth behind her so-called affection. One day he hoped to share that truth with her.

Pamela and Edgar had met at a horse auction up in Oklahoma when she was first starting out. The then twenty-five-year-old Pamela was instantly drawn to the young Edgar who was there to buy a pony for himself after losing the last one in a trade he made with a fellow soul brother.   He had received a year's worth of bison for the horse and figured that it was Jack's time to go to a new home anyway. He used to believe in keeping a horse for life but that was before the accident.

It had been a lazy summer afternoon and he had decided to take his favorite pony Matilda out on the range for an overnight ride. He was nineteen and was just ready to show himself that he could do this horse healing thing. The overnight ride was a sort of vision quest as he sought the approval of his gods and the thunder beings for his healing work. He had saddled up Matilda and they spent the entire day riding up to Cracker Ridge to the point where he would spend the night.

Cracker Ridge got its name from the cracked rocks that lined the ridge. It was a tough steep ride to the top but the view and the satisfaction of making the point were the reason he chose to ride there in the first place. It had started to rain as an unexpected storm blew in and halfway to the top Matilda had slipped and her forefoot had gotten caught in a crack badly turning the pastern right above the hoof. The horse had groaned in pain and gone down right there. He couldn't get her back up and he could see the leg was badly broken.

He'd had Matilda since she was a foal and the sight of her in so much pain made his heartache. He knew what he had to do but the pain in his heart felt like it was piercing his soul. He had taken on an old code as his when he had completed his training learning his healing art from the best of the best, Moon Eagle. The code as with any healing modality was something to the effect of doing no harm. But he could see that in this situation the code must be broken. There was no way Matilda was going to make it. He could feel it in her when he ran his hands above her body as the healer in him had taken over. Even she knew she wasn't going to make it.

So he had done the only thing he knew how to do and that was that. The vision quest had turned into an initiation of sorts as he left Matilda's body and walked the rest of the way up to the point. He cursed the Ridge, God, and everything else he could think of as tears streamed down his face. And as he sat overnight up on the cold dark ridge what was supposed to have been a celebration of his power turned to a dark night of the soul. Of course, he wanted to continue healing but he would never keep a horse for longer than he felt necessary.

When young Pamela had first seen Edgar at the auction she had caught her breath. He was, she thought, possibly the sexiest and powerful looking man she had ever seen at over six feet tall and lanky with long silky black hair under a cowboy hat that had an eagle feather pointing out of the brim. He was wearing a medicine bag around his waist and his denim shirt was open exposing his chest and a tattoo of something Pamela couldn't quite make out. But she had definitely wanted to get closer and try.

Edgar had noticed Pamela too but not for the reasons she thought. He had wondered why such a beautiful woman was hiding behind so much makeup and pretension. He thought that if she could only wash off all the lipstick and face paint that she would possibly be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He wanted to walk right up and tell her that but usually, his direct method of communication didn't go over well with most folks that didn't know him. So he had decided to keep quiet and just observe. He noticed she was buying quite a few horses and all quality choices. He wondered what such a young girl was going to do with all those ponies and had decided to strike up a conversation.

They had instantly clicked and had shared a tobacco pipe together after the auction ended. He was surprised that she had accepted the pipe and thought maybe she was just being polite. But she told him that her father had been a civil engineer in charge of overseeing the development of Native lands and had done his share of peace pipe smoking. She had secretly taken his pipe on more than one occasion as the small habit made her feel powerful knowing she was able to hide something from her father who always thought she was the perfect princess.

Pamela had gotten dizzy from all the smoke and a little tipsy from the sips out of Edgar's flask. She opened up to him a little too easily he thought back then sharing that she was fresh out of a nasty divorce from Amber's father Quint. Quint was the