Love Inspired Suspense October 2015 #1 (38 page)
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Authors: Lenora Worth,Hope White,Diane Burke
Dear Reader,
Trust is a complicated belief that can cause a myriad of emotions. Sometimes, when we've been betrayed, we find it hard to trust and love, afraid to risk being hurt again.
Single father Will Rankin lost his young wife to cancer a few years ago, and now aches for a connection, a connection to a woman who will also be a nurturing force in his young daughters' lives. What he does not expect is to be drawn to a woman he rescues, an FBI agent determined never to trust or love again. Her only goal: justice, even at great personal cost.
Sara Vaughn experienced tragedy at a very young age, and has closed herself off to the very idea of love. Yet Will is a compassionate and determined man, who sees the possibilities for Sara to ease out of the darkness and into the light.
Through their journey we learn that no matter how deep a person's emotional wounds, through compassion and love we can find our way back to grace. And yes, we can even learn to trust and love again. There's no better time to be reminded of this lesson than at Christmas.
Peace,
Hope White
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ISBN-13: 9781460389195
Christmas Undercover
Copyright © 2015 by Pat White
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THE RELUCTANT WITNESS
Angelina Baroni was about to testify against her mafia kingpin father until she received a threat to her lifeâdespite the protection of US Marshal Dylan McKnight. Deciding she's safer on her own, she leaves witness protection and goes into hiding. Three years later, the duty-dedicated marshal is the last man she expects to see when she wakes up in a hospital after someone attempts to kill her. Dylan knows he can't afford to trust Angelina. Still, he'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe from the mobsters on her trail. But Dylan has only a few days to accomplish his most difficult mission: defuse Angelina's doubts about testifying and win her heart before their time runs out.
“Do you have any idea who might want you dead?”
He chuckled, but there was no humor in his tone. “Let me rephrase that. Do you have any idea which one of the many people your father has hired to kill you may have actually tried to do it?”
She shook her head, and the sudden movement flashed pain through her head and made her nauseated.
“My father didn't put a contract out on me.”
Dylan stared at her, disbelief written all over his face.
“He wouldn't,” she insisted. “If I had remained with you and testified against him, then he would have felt he had no choice. I understand that. But when I left witness protection and disappeared, he knew I was no longer a threat.”
“After everything that has happened, do you really believe that?”
“Yes, I do. But don't you see? You've changed all that. If he finds out that I am in your custody again, he will believe I have accepted witness protection. Now I will be a danger to him. Now he probably will put out a contract on me. You have to let me go. You have to let me get out of here.”
“That's not happening.” They locked gazes. “We are still getting you to that trial and putting you on the stand.”
Diane Burke
is an award-winning author who has had six books published with Love Inspired Suspense. She is a voracious reader and loves movies, crime shows, travel and eating out! She has never met a stranger, only people she hasn't had the pleasure of talking to yet. She loves to hear from readers and can be reached at
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Books by Diane Burke
Love Inspired Suspense
Midnight Caller
Double Identity
Bounty Hunter Guardian
Silent Witness
Hidden in Plain View
The Marshal's Runaway Witness
THE MARSHAL'S
RUNAWAY WITNESS
Diane Burke
May you be able to feel and understand, as all God's children should, how long, how wide, how deep, and how high His love really is; and to experience this love for yourselves, though it is so great that you will never see the end of it or fully know or understand it.
âEphesians
3:18â19
Thank you with all my heart to the Volusia County Romance Writers group for helping me brainstorm this story. They were great at helping me fill in the Swiss cheese holes in my plot. You're a great group of writers and I don't know what I'd do without you!
I also wish to thank Nancy Orlandi, who suffered through every revision, every author doubt, and came up with some pretty good ideas when I needed them. I appreciate it more than you know.
ONE
U
nease crept up Angelina Baroni's spine. The kind of unease a person feels when she thinks she's being watched but doesn't see anyone.
The tinkling of laughter and the sound of distant voices drifting on the Atlantic City ocean breeze couldn't pull her out of her funk. Not even the incessant chattering and giggles of her best friend and business partner, Maria Lopez, could calm her dark mood as they strolled the beach.
Something was wrong.
She couldn't put her finger on it but her senses flashed warning signs. She wouldn't be alive today if she hadn't paid attention to those inner warnings over the past three years. It unsettled her to have them crop up again.
Nothing unusual had happened during their marketing meeting tonight. On the contrary, Maria had given an excellent presentation. They'd signed a lucrative advertising contract with one of the larger casinos. This was a huge milestone for their tiny firm. First time they'd gone up against the corporate advertising giants and won.
They'd celebrated with dinner in the swanky dining room they would now promote and were walking off the huge calorie overload at the edge of the surf. Maria had worked hard for this account. Her enthusiasm was contagious and Angelina couldn't be happier for her, for them.
Still.
A sense of foreboding crawled up her body like a bug she'd been unable to swipe away.
She glanced over her shoulder.
Nothing.
No one.
But someone was there. In the darkness. Watching them. Waiting. She could
feel
it.
The pale glow from a full moon provided extra illumination. Except for the two of them, the beach was deserted. She glanced at the boardwalk. People walked back and forth in a continuous motion. No one stopped to stare at them over the rails.
Her gaze settled on the area under the pier. Had she seen someone move in the shadows or was her mind playing tricks on her? She stared harder into the darkness. Nothing.
But that feeling of being watched...
Her stomach clenched.
She trusted her gut. This familiar, although unwanted, tightness told her she was missing something.
But what?
A splash of cold water hit her face.
“Hey, Angie! You haven't heard a word I've said.”
It took her a second to respond to the shortened name. Believing her life was in jeopardy, she'd run away from the witness protection program, trusting no one but herself to keep her alive. She'd changed her name, staying close to her birth name so she'd respond to it easily, yet even three years later she still occasionally hesitated. Now Angelina Baroni, aka Angie Robertson, wiped the salt water from her cheek and grinned at Maria. “I've been listening. And stop throwing water at me. It's cold.”
“It's October, silly. The ocean is supposed to be cold. Don't change the subject. You've been ignoring me.” Maria's short black hair with its one large aqua streak blew in the wind. Strands danced across her freckled nose and coiled in her large hoop earrings.
“I heard every word.”
“Okay, fine. Tell me what theme I'm going to use for our first ad?”
Busted! She'd tried to listen. Honestly, she had. But that unsettled feeling had distracted her.
“See! I was right. You weren't listening.” Maria stooped and splashed her again.
Angelina threw her hands up to protect herself and laughed. “Enough!”
“Our first casino! Can you believe it?” Throwing her arms wide and her face to the heavens, Maria spun around. On one of her passes she threw a glance Angie's way and stopped in midtwirl.
“Okay. What gives? Something's bothering you.” Maria shot a look in each direction. “What?” Her expression sobered. “Ang? You look scared to death. What is it? What's wrong?”
“Nothing. I'm being paranoid.” She stared into the darkness under the pier again. “It's just...” She didn't see anyone, no moving shadows this time, only darkness. “Forget it. I'm being silly.” She turned her attention back to her friend and grinned. “I'm so proud of you. You did a great job tonight.”
“Thanks.” Marie grinned in return. “Just think, Ang. We've worked so hard. Now all our dreams are about to come true!”
Something whizzed past Angelina's ear.
Before her mind could identify the sound, another bullet whizzed past. This one landed in a soft thud.
A small patch of moisture formed on the left side of Maria's dress.
Angelina blinked in shock and stared at the stain.
Blood?
Oh dear, it
is
blood!
A surprised expression appeared on Maria's face moments before her body began to crumble.
Angelina rushed forward. Bullets kicked up the sand where she'd been standing only moments before.
“Maria!” She caught her friend in her arms. “No!”
Tears burned her eyes. Her arms begged to release the heavy weight but she couldn't. Not yet. She clasped her friend against her body. Her arms ached with the strain of the deadweight. Her heart breaking with the sorrow.
Dear Lord, be with Maria. Carry her home in Your arms.
Slowly, gently, she lowered her friend to the sand.
The prayer had been automatic, instinctive. Angelina had stopped praying years before to God, whom she believed never answered her prayers. But she couldn't take the prayer back. Not this time.
Two more bullets hit the water, each one closer than the last.
Springing into action, Angelina zigzagged across the beach, doing everything she could not to be an easy target. If she could reach the boardwalk she'd be safe. Lights, people, help loomed only a few dozen yards ahead.
Almost there.
She pushed harder, her feet fighting her as they sank into the soft sand. Her calves cramped beneath the punishing pace. Her breath bubbled in short gasps, each one feeling like her last.
Only a few more yards.
She never heard the bullet that claimed her. Never felt the pain as the velocity of the shot threw her to the ground.
I've been hit.
That was her last conscious thought as a second bullet sent her into blessed oblivion.
* * *
US marshal Dylan McKnight stormed down the hospital corridor and came to an abrupt halt outside one of the rooms. US marshal Thomas “Bear” Simmons stood with his back against the closed door.
Dylan never knew whether the man had gotten his nickname from his enormous linebacker girth or the fact that his huge hands could be mistaken for lethal weapons. Either way he never thought of his partner as anything less than the bear of a man he was.
“Is it true?” At six foot one Dylan still had to look up at the gentle giant.
Bear held his hands up and grinned. “Hey man, I know better than to play with you about this. Yeah, it's true. Angelina Baroni is inside.”
Dylan exhaled slowly. He'd thought about what he'd do if he ever saw her again. Prayed about it. Now the time was here and he didn't feel he could move a muscle.
His mind's eye immediately captured the memory of long thick black hair framing a heart-shaped face. Twinkling sky-blue eyes. Natural blush-tinged cheeks. Lips, touched lightly with red, smiling back so mysteriously, she could give the
Mona Lisa
a run for its money.
His Angelina.
His nightmare was more like it.
He'd had one job to do. Keep his witness alive and hidden in protective custody until the upcoming trial of Vincenzo Baroni, New Jersey capo. Head of one of the strongest arms of organized crime to hit this area since the olden days of Capone and Luciano.
Ruthless.
Elusive.
Untouchable.
He had had Vincenzo dead to rights. His own daughter Angelina was going to testify against him. But Dylan had broken a cardinal ruleânever get involved with a witness.
He'd trusted Angelina, after all he'd known her since grammar school, but he should have known better. He'd been burned once before by trusting a witness. The bad information had led to a shoot-out that killed his partner and had almost cost him his life, as well. He couldn't believe he'd allowed his tendency to trust to burn them again.
Angelina had proven without doubt that she was her father's daughter. She'd played him. Made a fool out of him. Disappeared without a trace. Almost ruined his career. Definitely ruined his case.
Thankfully, there had still been enough circumstantial evidence for the grand jury to indict. Now, after three long years and multiple attempts of the defense attorneys to delay, the case was finally going to trial.
With his star witness missing and the trial starting in six days, he'd been unable to sleep, eat or do anything else these past few weeks but pray.
God had cut it close answering those prayers. But He'd answered. Angelina was on the other side of that door.
His heart thundered against his chest. He shot a glance at Bear. “What happened? How is she?”
Dylan wanted to push past his partner into the room and find out for himself but he steeled himself to remain professional and in control. Something he should have done three years ago and hadn't. He'd put his heart on the line and he'd been burned.
“She took a couple of bullets. One in the right arm. One grazed her head.”
His stomach clenched as if he'd been sucker punched. No matter what had happened between them he couldn't bear the thought of anyone hurting her.
“She probably has a concussion. We're waiting for the doctor to brief us.” Bear stepped away from the door. “She's one blessed lady. The woman with her was brought in dead on arrival.”
Again, Dylan winced, offered a prayer of gratitude that Angelina hadn't died and offered a brief prayer for the woman who had.
“Did they nab the shooter?” Dylan placed his hand on the door but paused for the answer.
Bear shook his head. “So far no witnesses. We have our suspicions but you know how that goes.”
Dylan nodded and pushed open the door.
The room, illuminated only by the night-light over the bed, revealed a small female form lying beneath the blankets.
Dylan stepped closer.
Short errant strands of hair peeked from beneath the gauze bandage across her head.
Red hair?
Who would have thought?
A smile touched his lips. Cute, though.
Almost as if it had a mind of its own, his hand brushed a wisp from her forehead.
He'd forgiven her years ago as God asks everyone to do. Forgiveness was the easy part.
It was forgetting he was having trouble with.
She stirred beneath his touch.
His hand froze. The warmth of her smooth, velvety skin seared his skin. His pulse skipped a beat. His eyes strayed to her slightly parted lips. She'd been his best friend in grammar school and their relationship had become full of teenage angst in middle school. Gazing at her now stirred those memories.
He took a deep breath, stared at the sleeping woman for another minute, and then lowered his hand to his side.
Once upon a time he'd believed he was falling in love with her. Until...
A slow, steady burn rose from his gut and he allowed the anger to flow like molten lava through his veins.
Anger would help him remain professional and keep his personal feelings at bay. Anger would keep him sharp and focused. Anger would prevent him from falling for her lies or betrayals ever again.
