By Suzanne Pearson
Genre: Inspirational Romantic
Suspense
After suffering
five years of abuse at the hands of her deceased husband, Tiffany Reynolds
wants to reclaim the life she thought was gone forever. Every step forward
becomes a stumble backward when danger threatens her life, and even God seems
not to care.
Guilt-ridden,
Luke Johnson, a private investigator, is driven to solve the murder of his
sister. Following up on a lead, Luke crosses paths with Tiffany. His need for
answers and retribution soon clash with his growing love for the fragile widow.
Joining forces
is their only option if they hope to survive the minefield surrounding them.
When Luke’s life is threatened, Tiffany makes a decision that could cost her
everything.
Will Luke
understand and forgive, or will he choose to walk out of her life?
Humph! What the . . .?
Hands curled around her shoulders
holding her steady. “Happy to see me?”
“What? No.” Do I know this guy?
“Plop, fizz – that’s the sound of
my ego deflating.”
She wrenched free and backed
away, wrapping her arms around her waist.
He held his hands up where she
could see them. “Sorry. A pretty girl like you bumps into a guy like me, it
makes me think my luck is changing.”
His voice, so deep and warm,
wriggled past her defenses and eased the tension in her muscles. Who wouldn’t trust that voice? She looked up into eyes such a deep
blue they reminded her of the sky before a storm. The broad-shouldered man
stood half a foot taller than her. She should feel threatened. But she didn’t.
Instead she felt something she’d never felt before.
Breathless. Hot. Mindless.
Her mouth opened, her lips moved,
but no sound came out.
He frowned, and she froze.
Surely I’m safe in this crowd.
Just in case, hold completely still and maybe he’ll go away.
“Easy.”
“I’m sorry.” Please, please, please, don’t hurt
me.
“I’m the one who should
apologize.”
Okay, he’s not angry. He’s
concerned. Is that any better? The phone
jammed in her pocket suddenly buzzed against her hip. She pulled it out and
answered. “Julie? Where are you guys?”
“Are you okay? I’ve been trying
to reach you all afternoon.”
“I’m so sorry. I was at the salon
and my phone was in my purse, so I never heard it ring.”
“Our celebration is going to have
to wait. I have to work another shift at the hospital. Meg’s car wouldn’t
start, and after that, Deb said we should cancel.”
Tiffany clamped her lips tight to
keep the whimper of disappointment from escaping. Julie was distressed, and she
couldn’t add to that. “I understand.”
“Honey, I’m so sorry. I know you
were looking forward to this. But I promise we’ll reschedule real soon.”
“Okay, talk to you later.” She
disconnected the call and put the phone back in her pocket.
“Bad news?”
“No, not really,” she murmured
even as she wanted to stamp her foot in aggravation. It wasn’t bad news in a
general sense. No one was hurt or dying. But disappointment was a hard pill to
swallow.
“It sounds pretty bad. Can I
help?” He offered her a kind smile.
Why are you so concerned? “Oh, no, but thanks for the offer. I was
supposed to meet some friends here, but they canceled.”
“What a lucky coincidence, so did
mine.”
“Oh.”
“I have a solution.”
“You do?” It wasn’t hard to guess
what would come next. He’d ask her to join him and she would politely decline.
He was a perfect gentleman now, but what would he do later?
“What movie were you going to
see?”
“That’s a great question.”
“I’ve got plenty more.”
Alex Carpenter’s
life is shattered when his friend and partner is gunned down. With his
confidence shaken, he turns in his badge and gun and accepts an offer to build
a church in the Congo, hoping for time alone to heal.
Molly Quinn is
on a mission to save souls and heal bodies. Nothing is too difficult for her to
handle until a police officer from Kikwit demands she come to his city to
identify a body that turns out to be her friend and a fellow American.
Alex realizes
her friend was murdered, and Molly begs him to help her find the killer. Drawn
into a bloody web of intrigue and deception, Alex and Molly must work together
to stay alive and one step ahead of a murderer.
Can she convince
Alex to put his trust and their lives in God’s hands?
Suzanne Pearson
was born in the Congo to missionary parents. After graduating from high school
she flew back to America by herself and settled in Eugene, Oregon where she met
her husband. She didn’t start writing until she was an empty-nester. Calling on
her experiences as a missionary kid and later life in America, she began
writing about the adventures and troubles that come unexpectedly into life.
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