Amish Refuge
HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHTMiriam Miller barely escapes the ruthless attacker that killed her mother and kidnapped her sister. Running deeper into the woods, she's running out of hope....until she falls into the arms of an unlikely bodyguard—a peaceful Amish farmer. Something about Abram Zook inspires her trust, but even in bucolic Willkommen, Georgia, Miriam faces danger. Both from the men pursuing her and from her growing feelings for the caring—though guarded—widower who protects her. Because if she falls for Abram she’ll have to embrace his Amish faith as her own—or lose him. With each minute, her abductor creeps closer, pushing Miriam to an inevitable choice: stay and risk her heart....or leave and risk her life.
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HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT
Miriam Miller barely escapes the ruthless attacker that killed her mother and kidnapped her sister. Running deeper into the woods, sheâs running out of hope...until she falls into the arms of an unlikely bodyguardâa peaceful Amish farmer. Something about Abram Zook inspires her trust, but even in bucolic Willkommen, Georgia, Miriam faces danger. Both from the men pursuing her and from her growing feelings for the caringâthough guardedâwidower who protects her. Because if she falls for Abram sheâll have to embrace his Amish faith as her ownâor lose him. With each minute, her abductor creeps closer, pushing Miriam to an inevitable choice: stay and risk her heart...or leave and risk her life.
She shivered with fear.
Along the bridge, the guardrails had collapsed and the structure appeared rickety. She peered at the water below as the cold seeped through her cape.
Sheâd been foolish to leave the security of Abramâs home. But she needed to get to a computer.
Above the roar of the water she heard his voice.
âMiriam?â
Abram had come to stop her, yet he wasnât thinking of her own goodâhe was thinking of the other woman whoâd worn this cape and kapp. His late wife.
âGo home, Abram.â
Wind tore along the river, throwing her off balance, causing her to teeter toward the water. Her fall was aborted only by his strong hands.
âLet me go.â
âNo, Miriam. You must come with me.â
âI wonât. You canât control me.â
âThis time you must listen. He is coming for you.â
I hope you enjoyed Amish Refuge, the first book in my AMISH PROTECTORS series. Amish widower Abram Zook never expected a battered woman to appear on his front porch in the middle of the night. Especially not an Englisch woman. But Miriam Millerâs car has been hijacked, her motherâs been murdered and her younger sister carted off to who knows where. Miriam needs to hole up and stay safe, and what better place than on an Amish farm.
This story is about forgiveness. If you struggle to let go of a painful past, I hope Abram and Miriamâs journey will touch your heart and bring you to a place of new beginnings. Iâm praying for you!
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As always, I thank God for bringing us together through this story.
Wishing you abundant blessings,
Debby
DEBBY GIUSTI is an award-winning Christian author who met and married her military husband at Fort Knox, Kentucky. Together they traveled the world, raised three wonderful children and have now settled in Atlanta, Georgia, where Debby spins tales of mystery and suspense that touch the heart and soul. Visit Debby online at debbygiusti.com, blog with her at seekerville.blogspot.com and craftieladiesofromance.blogspot.com, and email her at [email protected].
O Lord, You have been our refuge through all generations.
âPsalms 90:1
This story is dedicated to my cousinsâDavid, Eric, Sandy and Billâfor the wonderful memories of going home to Ohio.
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Serpent would find her and kill her. Tonight.
Miriam Miller woke with a start, chilled to the bone. She rubbed her hands over her arms and blinked against the night air seeping through the broken car window. Tugging her crocheted scarf and threadbare jacket across her chest, she straightened in the driverâs seat and gazed through the windshield.
A police car with lights flashing braked to a stop on the edge of the narrow, two-lane road not more than twenty feet from where sheâd parked, hidden by trees and underbrush.
Fear clutched her throat.
The copâa bull of a man with a heart as dark as the nightâstepped to the pavement and played his flashlight over the tall pines. Her pulse pounded and a roar filled her ears. She could envision the serpent tattoo that wrapped around his neck, the snake as heinous as the man.
She had been a fool to think she could elude him by hiding in the woods. Even more of a fool to succumb to the fatigue brought on by the drugs he had used to subdue her.
Fisting her hands, she swallowed the bile that filled her mouth and steeled her spine with resolve. Heâd caught her once. He would never capture her again.
She reached for the key in the ignition and held her breath as he pushed aside a tree branch and peered deeper into the woods. With the flick of his wrist, a flash of light caught her in its glare. Just that fast, he was running straight for her.
Before she could start the engine, he opened the driverâs door and yanked her from the car. Screaming, she fell at his feet, crawled away on all fours and struggled to right herself.
