Time is precious...especially time around the holidays. But when you find a good book you want to read it...all....quickly. This was one of those books. This is the third book in a series from Liz Johnson that I've had the privilege to read and review. I love Liz's writing style and how she makes her characters come to life. She starts out the story with a bang and keeps you turning the pages with her quick whit and suspense. I don't want to give too much of the book away...but I've got some great little pieces from Liz herself to help wet your appetite for this great story of suspense, action and romance.
Summary: A LETHAL REUNION
Abducted
by a drug cartel, scientist Jessalynn McCoy's orders are simple—release
a deadly toxin, or be killed. Trapped with no options, she's desperate
for help…she just never expected it from Will Gumble. The boy who let
her down years ago is now a navy SEAL. She trusts his skills, his
experience. Yet trusting him is a struggle. Will's Christmas wish
is to heal their damaged relationship and get them to safety. But time
is running out and someone is on to their escape plans. Any mistake
could mean the difference between facing the holidays together or apart.
Forever.
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About the Author:
By
day Liz Johnson is a marketing manager for a Christian publisher. She
finds time to write late at night and is a two-time ACFW Carol Award
finalist. Liz makes her home in Nashville, TN, where she enjoys theater,
exploring local music, and making frequent trips to Arizona to dote on
her nieces and nephews. She loves stories of true love with happy
endings and shares about her adventures in writing at
LizJohnsonBooks.com, Facebook.com/LizJohnsonBooks and
Twitter.com/LizJohnsonBooks.
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Excerpt:
“Jess, calm down. I won’t hurt you.” The words made no sense to her
muddled brain, but they continued, quiet and assured. “Don’t scream.
It’s all right. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
It wasn’t the words that made her sink into him, but the voice that,
even after all this time, she’d recognize anywhere. Her eyes hadn’t been
playing tricks on her that afternoon. Will Gumble was in this compound.
In her very room.
“I thought I saw you—I thought that was you, but…” Her words were
little more than a whisper despite his assurance that it was safe to
speak. Her stomach pitched, fear and relief mingling with alarm and the
echo of a remembered betrayal. But dealing with her emotions would have
to wait until she felt steadier on her feet. Exhaustion and the ebbing
of her fight-or-flight adrenaline rush had left her legs like jelly. She
leaned into Will. He held out his arms, as though he knew just what she
needed. As though he was still someone who cared about taking care of
her, being there for her.
But she didn’t want him holding her. She wanted answers. She wanted to
understand what on earth was happening. Most of all, she wanted to
silence the little voice in her head that kept saying Will’s appearance
was simply a dream or hallucination.
Yanking herself upright at the last possible moment, she shoved his
chest with both hands. “You scared me to death! Why did you break into
my room? What are you doing here?”
His lopsided grin had always started with a little quirk to the left
before spreading across his mouth. And that hadn’t changed, even as he
looked down at the tiny black-and-white-checkered floor tiles.
He scraped his fingers over the black whiskers covering his chin. “Your dad sent me.”
“My dad?”
“Well, I couldn’t say no to my new XO, could I?”
“So you’re still in the navy?” Oh, she sounded bitter—so much more
bitter than she wanted to. Why couldn’t her words be flippant and
nonchalant, as if it didn’t really matter that she no longer knew even
the most basic things about him? He’d popped back into her life, and she
didn’t want it to matter.
But it did.
Maybe because of the extreme situation.
Sure. She’d just keep telling herself that.
His smile flickered for a moment before he nodded slowly. “I am.”
Forcing a chuckle, she said, “I figured when my dad realized I was missing, he’d send a SEAL team to bring me home.”
“Not a full team—he just sent one.”
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