LOST MEMORIES
Faith McKenzie was the only survivor of a brutal home invasion. Viciously attacked and left for dead, Faith canât remember anything about that nightâincluding the identity of the killer. All she knows is that heâs stalking her from every place she flees and has tracked her to a small Maine island. Her neighbor, private investigator and security specialist JT Wyatt, rescues her twice. Now JT is insisting on the whole storyâa story that Faith canât remember. Desperate to feel safe, Faith puts her trust in the handsome P.I. Yet a killer is dead set on ensuring that Faithâs memory never returns.
âI know youâre scared of someone. Whoâs following you, Faith?â
JT had no idea the dark secrets her mind had locked away because they were just too dreadful for her to remember. âI canât. Iâm sorry, you donât understand.â
A single muscle worked along his jaw line. Evidence enough he didnât like her answer. âThen help me understand. I take it this isnât the first time this has happened?â
She took her time answering. âNo, it isnât. But itâs my problem and I know what Iâm doing.â
âLike you have before? By being scared of everyone you meet? Always one step away from running? Thatâs no way to live your life.â
Faith squared her shoulders. âMaybe not, but Iâll be okay. I appreciate your help tonight and for bringing my dog home, but this isnât your problem. I can handle it.â
That he didnât believe her was clear. She couldnât blame him.
She desperately needed his help.
Dear Reader,
I hope you have enjoyed Faith McKenzieâs incredible struggle to recover her past after it was taken from her in a brutal attack that almost ended her life and sent Faith running from a killer she couldnât remember.
In writing this story, I found myself overwhelmed by Faithâs will to survive. I canât imagine what it would be like not to remember anything about the person you once were.
For Faith, moving to Hope Island seems like a desperate attempt to outrun the killer determined to finish what he started two years earlier, but God has a bright future planned for Faith. He brings security specialist JT Wyatt into her life to help her find the missing pieces of her past. With JTâs help, Faith is able to bring the killer to justice and reclaim her life once more. And in the process, she finds the love of her life in JT.
No matter what darkness we face in our lives, we can rest assured God is right there with us through it all.
All the best,
Mary Alford
MARY ALFORD
grew up in a small Texas town famous for, well, not much of anything, really. Being the baby of the family and quite a bit younger than her brothers and sister, Mary had plenty of time to entertain herself. Making up stories seemed to come naturally to her.
As a preteen, Mary discovered writing and knew instinctively that was what she wanted to do with her overactive imagination.
She wrote her first novel as a teen (itâs tucked away somewhere never to see the light of day), but never really pursued her writing career seriously until a few years later, when she wrote her first inspirational romantic suspense and was hooked.
Today, Mary still lives in Texas with her husband and still writes about romance. In fact, she canât think of anything else sheâd rather do.
You can visit Mary at her website, www.maryalford.net, or email her at [email protected].
He gives power to those who are tired and worn out; He offers strength to the weak.
âIsaiah 40:29
To my father-in-law, MJ Alford, who went home to be with the Lord December 6, 2012. Godâs gain, our loss. MJ, you taught me what it means to be a true hero because you were one to the people who loved you. I miss you terribly but I know that one day Iâll see you again in Heaven, thanks be to God.
ONE
Sheâd made a dreadful mistake. The minute the headlights of her car swept over the house, Faith realized it deep down in her heart.
Truth be told, she had made a whole string of mistakes, including the one she prayed wouldnât prove to be the most costly. When sheâd left the house earlier, she had forgotten to turn any lights on. Now night had fallen and nothing but a dark silhouette loomed before her. Just the thought of what might be waiting outside the safety of the car made her heartbeat go ballistic.
Please, Lord...protect me.
Faith clutched the steering wheel tight in an attempt to steady her trembling hands as she peered out the windshield. Nothing seemed out of place, but then again, it was pitch-black out. There were no streetlights this far from town, and dense clouds obscured the moon and stars. While the carâs headlights illuminated most of the side of the house and a portion of the front, it didnât quite reach the door.