FATAL FAMILY SECRETS
Getting shot at on her way to work is only the first shock of law student Hannah McClarnonâs day. The second is when FBI agent Derek Chambersâher first loveâreveals the truth about Hannahâs family. Though Hannah was raised by a wealthy Indianapolis couple, her birth father was with the Chicago mafia. And now, convinced she has information against them, theyâre hunting her down. Derekâs first big assignment is to protect Hannah, and itâs becoming more personal every minute. Heâs never revealed why he left long ago, and he still believes Hannah deserves someone better. But with the enemy in relentless pursuit, heâll risk his life to be the man she needsâand lovesâagain.
âYou should try to rest.â
âWhat about you? You need rest, too.â
âNope. FBI agents donât sleep. Didnât you know?â Derek offered a smile, but even in the faint glow of the fluorescent lights, Hannah could see how weary he was.
âI keep thinking that this is just not the day I thought it was going to be. All I wanted to do was go to work, get some great experience that might lead to a permanent position after law school, then go home and read a novel. And now? Now Iâve been shot atâhow many times?â
âIâm sure itâs been a little confusing for you, especially with the news I had to bring to you.â
âSo this is going to be your life now, as an FBI agent? Always on the run?â
âSome parts of the job will probably be boring, but thereâs also sure to be more of this.â
âMore girls that need your protection?â Where did that come from? He had been hers at one point in time, but not anymore.
Dear Reader,
What a thrill it is to present this second novel to you! The idea for this story came to me the day I noticed the discrepancy in dates on my own birth certificate. Unlike Hannah, Iâve always known I was adopted. Also unlike Hannah, my birth father was not in a Mafia family, but it was an interesting scenario to plot! With the danger following Hannah as a result of her adoption, I knew she would need someone familiar by her side. Derek from Under Duress seemed the perfect choice.
The ultimate theme of the story, though, for both Hannah and Derek, is adoption into the family of God. Hannah is shocked to learn that she was adopted, and she questions her entire life. But Derek, having struggled with his faith in his own circumstances and come out victorious, is there to remind her that all believers are adopted...into the family of God. Romans 8:15 tells us that we can approach our Heavenly Father without fear but with love and confidence. What a blessed assurance!
I would be honored to hear from you. You can visit my website at www.meghancarver.com, where you can sign up for my author newsletter, or email me at [email protected]. If youâre on Facebook, Iâd like to be your friend at Facebook.com/meghancarver. If you wish to write on good old-fashioned stationery, you can send it to me c/o Love Inspired Books, 195 Broadway, 24th Floor, New York, NY 10007.
Many blessings to you,
Meghan Carver
By sixth grade, MEGHAN CARVER knew she wanted to write. After a degree in English from Millikin University, she detoured to law school, completing a juris doctorate from Indiana University. She then worked in immigration law and taught college-level composition. Now she homeschools her six children with her husband. When she isnât writing, homeschooling or planning another travel adventure, she is active in her church, sews and reads.
For you did not receive the Spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, âAbba, Father.â
âRomans 8:15
To my parents, both adoptive and biological.
ONE
Hannah McClarnonâs low heels click-clacked a rapid tempo on the cement. Her heart beat out a similar staccato as the black truck revved its engine behind her.
She stepped up her pace to get across the street to what she hoped would be the safety of the sidewalk, sneaking a peek at the driver out of her peripheral vision. Sunglasses shoved up tight on his face to block out the late afternoon sun hid any distinguishing features.
In a flash of the sunlight off of the truckâs side-view mirror, the driver hit the accelerator. The truck bore down on her at an increasing speed. Hannahâs heart seized in her chest as she clutched her tote and dashed to the sidewalk. An alley appeared a few feet down, and as she ran for safety, a crack tore the air. The brick next to her arm exploded with the bullet. A squeal escaped from somewhere deep inside of her, and she rushed into the protective enclosure of the alleyway.
Hannah leaned against the brick wall, gulping air. Was she safe or was the assailant still there? A quick glance down the alley only revealed a turn. Which way did it go? Or was it a dead end? She hadnât worked in the little downtown area long enough to have had the opportunity to explore all the nooks and crannies yet. At least the alley was too narrow for the truck.