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Maggie Shayne's Colder than Ice (Danger after Dawn Book 2)
Maggie Shayne's Colder than Ice (Danger after Dawn Book 2)
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In 1987 young ATF agent Joshua Kendall was part of a raid on the Young Believers cultish compound. His bullet killed an innocent girl, and his guilt has destroyed everything good in his life ever since.
But he’s about to learn that the most shattering incident of his life was a lie.
Lizzie survived that raid, barely. Now (2004) she lives in rural Vermont, still hiding from the cult leader who has eluded capture all these years. She goes by Beth Slocum and she’s tired of looking over her shoulder, and wishes if he were coming for her, Mordecai would get it over with.
Josh is sent to protect Beth and recognizes her as soon as he looks into her eyes. He’d been told she was dead—and it has colored every second of his life since. But she’s alive.
Now his job is to keep her that way, and that means lying to her about who he is. If she knew, she’d send him packing. When attraction builds into desire between then, he knows he has to tell her the truth, but before he has the chance, Mordecai’s obsessive madness rains destruction on everyone Beth loves. He is determined to bring her to her knees. He wants her gutted before he she dies.
Like a silver screen cliché, Beth is falling in love with her bodyguard, but she knows he’s keeping secrets. What’s between them, however, will have to wait until they’ve dealt with a madman who believes he’s on a mission from God to destroy her utterly.
What people are saying…
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Maggie Shayne has hit a home run with this book. It was suspenseful, thrilling, scary and heart wrenching. I was upset when I came to the end; I wanted more. Shayne is an incredible author and whoever reads this book will enjoy it as much as I did.” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Great mystery to read in the winter as you snuggle up by the fire with a hot cocoa. Especially since cocoa is mentioned so much in the novel. I enjoy the combination of mystery, paranormal, great character development, and a weird guy! FUN book!” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “This book, and the entire series, is fantastic! The characters keep you coming back for more!! The way the books are interconnected but yet can also be enjoyed as stand-alones...is great. LOVE IT!!”
~ Reviewer
Grab this book if you love…
✅ Witness Protection
✅ Faked Her Own Death
✅ Stalker from the Past
✅ Secret Child
✅ Autumn in Vermont
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Look Inside Ch. 1
Look Inside Ch. 1
Elizabeth Marcum was running again.
She was always running, it seemed.
One after the other, her powder-blue cross trainers hit the winding road’s soft shoulder, her steps cushioned by a thick, fragrant carpet of leaves. She sucked in the aroma of them with every breath. Sugar maples lined the roadsides, arching overhead like a vivid circus canopy of scarlet and purple and pumpkin orange.
It crossed her mind that she loved it here, but she let the notion fall away like a dried-out leaf from a limb. There were a hundred other small towns with country lanes and breathtaking foliage where she could be just as comfortable. Comfort wasn’t love. She could take Blackberry, Vermont, or leave it.
She hit the three-mile mark just as she rounded the curve that brought the old Bickham place into view. The once-stately Victorian’s white paint was peeling. A few of the black shutters were crooked, others missing, like neglected teeth in an old man’s mouth. Maude waved from her wicker rocking chair on the front porch.
Elizabeth slowed to a walk as she veered off the road and onto the overgrown flagstone path. She preferred it to the driveway, despite its cracks and weeds. The sidewalk started at a tilting signpost, with its weather-worn sign and fading letters— you could hardly make out “Blackberry Inn” anymore— and wound its way to the porch, forking off in one spot to twist around the old house to what had once been a garden in the back.
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