DEEP-COVER ASSIGNMENT
After Holt McKnightâs criminal informant disappears, the DEA agent must go undercover to get close to the missing manâs sister, who may know more than sheâs letting on. But when Blair Sullivanâs attacked, itâs up to him to protect herâwithout blowing his cover. Blair isnât sure she can trust her new neighbor, Holt. After all, the last charming and handsome man she fell for was her late husband, and he turned out to be the brother of a ruthless drug lord. Yet when itâs clear the target on her back is somehow linked to her past, she has no choice but to accept Holtâs protection. Even if getting close is the last thing her scarred heart can handle.
âBlair, youâre in trouble. I can tell.â
She wouldnât look him in the eye.
âFine. Donât tell me.â Frustration leaped into his words. Not just because he was losing precious time finding her brother and his colleague, but he wanted her trust. Holt wanted her to lean on him.
Even though he shouldnât.
âIââ
âItâs obvious youâre worried but you wonât go to the police.â He softened. It was time to give her the peace she so desperately needed. âI know someone who can help who isnât a cop. Heâs a private investigator. And he could look into what happened. Maybe find out where Jeremy is.â
For a brief moment her chin quivered and her eyes seemed hopeful, but she tamped it down. Inhaling deeply, she shook her head. âJeremy has a friend. Someone he said he could depend on. He helped him get clean and keeps him accountable. He might know where Jeremy is. Could you...could you help me find him?â
Holtâs insides wilted.
Yeah. He could help her find that friend. She was staring right at him with watery eyes, and he wanted desperately to tell her. His gut said she was innocent. But his job said to follow protocol. Heâd never been more torn. But heâd never once broken cover. He couldnât start now.
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoyed Holt and Blairâs story. Maybe you can relate to Holt. He had big dreams and lots of plans that heâd committed to the Lord, but a tragedy in his life ripped them out of his grasp and he feared to dream again. To hope again. He buried his faith when he buried someone he loved deeply. One of my favorite accounts in the Bible is Jesus traveling to raise Lazarus from the dead. Lazarusâs sisters were devastated. All seemed lost. No hope. And yet Jesus called Lazarus to come forth. The passage tells us that he immediately arose and came out of the tomb, still bandaged from his grave clothes.
Maybe all your hopes and dreams have decayed in a tomb built by tragedy, pain, loss. If you can muster up even a mustard-seed-sized amount of faith to believe that God can heal your heart, raise up dead or new dreamsâlike Holt, youâll find that peace and joy youâve been craving for so long but were afraid to grab hold of. Maybe itâs time for you to trust Jesus to say, âCome forth!â and see what He raises to life!
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Warmly,
Jessica
JESSICA R. PATCH lives in the mid-South, where she pens inspirational contemporary romance and romantic suspense novels. When sheâs not hunched over her laptop or going on adventurous trips with willing friends in the name of research, you can find her watching way too much Netflix with her family and collecting recipes to amazing dishes sheâll probably never cook. To learn more about Jessica, please visit her at jessicarpatch.com.
Now hope does not disappoint,
because the love of God has been poured out in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who was given to us.
âRomans 5:5
To my son, Myles, for inspiring me with your endless imagination and amazing me with your servantâs heart. I love you.
Thanks go out to:
My agent, Rachel Kent, for continuing to champion and believe in my writing.
My editor, Shana Asaro. As always, thank you for your keen eye and amazing editorial skills.
Susan Tuttle: thank you for brainstorming and seeing me through yet another book.
Special thanks to Sergeant/SWAT Commander Greg Carson for helping me get my DEA information correct and for so many great ideas. If somethingâs not right, or stretched, itâs my fault!
And to Jesus. For Your glory always. My hope is in You alone.
ONE
Blair Sullivan glanced in the side-view mirror of her companyâs box truck. The dark SUV seemed a little too close for comfort, and with her past, she wasnât taking any chances. Not when the windows were tinted far beyond the legal limit. It looked exactly like the types of vehicles sheâd ridden in over the years.