The weather has turned cooler here in Texas and I’m loving it. On a recent trip to the store, I noticed Christmas decorations are coming out. Soon, the holidays will be upon us? Are you ready?
And also in November, I have a new Amish Love Inspired Suspense book out entitled, Covert Amish Christmas. I thought I would share a sneak peek of the book with you today. I hope you enjoy a little danger in Amish country!
She never could sleep. No more than a few hours, anyway. Not since the
Too many uninvited guests roamed around in her head, reminding her of
the bad things she’d done in the name of justice…and the distance she’d
traveled from her innocent upbringing because of them.
On the kitchen counter, a battery-powered radio played Christmas music.
Victoria Kauffman stared out the window at the predawn darkness
surrounding her rented cabin. Even though she couldn’t see it now, the
snow-covered landscape beyond the black brought back childhood memories
of Christmases past. Good memories. Simple ones.
At one time, she’d lived an almost idyllic childhood among the St.
Ignatius Amish…until that fateful year soon after her fifth birthday, when
she’d lost the woman who meant the whole world to Victoria. Her mother.
One sweet memory in particular snaked out past the garbage in her head.
All she could think about was that final Christmas before her mother’s
passing. Lately, she found herself longing for that simple way of life more
and more. Back before she became a stone-cold killer.
Outside, the darkness moved. In an instant, her deadly past had her firmly
in its clutches. She ducked low, her heart peppering out a frantic rhythm.
There was no doubt in her mind. The men she’d been hiding from were out
A heavy object slammed against the front door, forcing Victoria into
action. She grabbed her cell phone and tucked the Glock that once belonged
to her partner, David, behind her back. The weapon had been her constant
companion this past year. Partly because it reminded her of him, but mostly
because it was one of the most accurate weapons she’d ever shot and
There would be no time to retrieve the metal box containing the precious
little evidence she’d hidden underneath the floorboards in the living room.
Someone rattled the back doorknob close to where she stood. Victoria
ducked low and skirted past the door. They were moving in for the kill. Her
survival was now measured in minutes…
So, as the holidays approach and before the hectic pace begins, I hope you take time for yourself to enjoy a little Christmas reading along the way.
All the best…