Heroes of Providence Book 2
SAFE HAVEN
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A very enjoyable book with realistic characters."
"I thoroughly enjoyed this book, and recommend it to any mystery-romance fan."
When someone you once loved wants you dead, is there any SAFE HAVEN?
Finding out her ex-husband hired a hitman to kill her didn't leave Daria Carlisle all warm and fuzzy. But Detective Kevin Gordon's suggestion she flee the only home that had ever truly been hers was downright crazy. Forget that the sexy police officer made her heart pound and her blood stir. She'd worked too hard to get what little she had. She wasn't leaving.
Kevin Gordon didn't make mistakes, but he'd made a big one in letting Daria's ex slip through his fingers. Although he tried to make it very clear to Daria that the fixer upper home she considered a palace was no safe haven, she just dug in deeper and insisted on staying, leaving him no choice but to be her protector. Left on her own, she surely faced murder at an assassin's hand. But can Kevin spend every waking hour sleeping on her doorstep just to keep this stubborn woman alive without risking his heart to love?
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Excerpt
"Your husband hired me to kill you."
The last words Daria Carlisle expected to hear in her kitchen on a bright and sunny Sunday morning were those. She stared at the man who'd just uttered the frightening words. Words spoken with such ease and comfort it made her blood run cold.
She stood statue still, almost glued to the aged linoleum floor that was too frail to be salvaged. Her gaze swept from his face to the decrepit floor as she dragged in a breath of air. Earlier that day she'd been obsessing over how she was going to afford replacing the linoleum. Hearing these words from a man she'd just invited into her home willingly put a slightly different spin on her priorities.
Your husband hired me to kill you. The words just hung there in the air between them like some bright red cartoon balloon, mocking her.
She’d woken happy that morning, intent on starting the day by rummaging through the Sunday paper for a used miter saw to finish off the woodwork in the one hundred and fifty year old house she’d purchased because she’d fallen in love with the back yard. Like the house, it too, needed much tender loving care and Daria was up to the challenge. Oh, how had the day taken such a drastic turn so quickly?