Hidden Truth
Neither knows the other is undercover. Rancher Trevor Martin has as many dangerous secrets as his housekeeper, Sabrina Parker. She's undercover FBI, investigating whether Trevor is a gunrunning terrorist. She doesn't know he's CIA. Trust is uncertain, but attraction is undeniable…
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Wary of each other’s secrets
Neither knows the other is undercover.
Rancher Trevor Martin has as many dangerous secrets as his housekeeper, Sabrina Parker. She’s undercover FBI, investigating whether Trevor is a gunrunning terrorist. She doesn’t know he’s CIA. But living under the same roof and in close proximity becomes a liability. Trust is uncertain, but attraction is undeniable. When they become embroiled in a series of grisly murders, will their secrets cost them their lives in the end?
DANICA WINTERS is a multiple award-winning, bestselling author who writes books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and occasionally a touch of magic. When she’s not working, she can be found in the wilds of Montana, testing her patience while she tries to hone her skills at various crafts—quilting, pottery and painting are not her areas of expertise. She believes the cup is neither half-full nor half-empty, but it better be filled with wine. Visit her website at danicawinters.net
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ISBN: 978-1-474-09463-4
HIDDEN TRUTH
© 2019 Danica Winters
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To Mac, thank you for teaching me the meaning
of true love.
Acknowledgements
This series wouldn’t have been possible without a great
team of people, including my #1k1hr friends, Jill
Marsal and the editors at Mills & Boon—thank you for
all your hard work.
Also, thank you to my readers. You keep me writing.
Contents
Note to Readers
She clicked open the tabs of the gun case, exposing the M24 sniper rifle. It was a thing of beauty. Even without firing a single round from this particular gun, Trish Martin could recall the precise feel of pulling the trigger, smelling the spent powder and watching as her enemies fell to their knees.
There was no greater feeling in the world than a justified kill. The men standing around her, those dealing in death, would be easy to strip from this earth.
She ran her fingers down the synthetic stock, taking in the slight imperfections on the newly manufactured gun. This one would be for a different kind of kill, a long-term tactical assault, rather than a one-and-done straight to the head.
Some people were only too happy to judge her and her family for the work they did, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care that she was out there protecting the ones who didn’t appreciate it right alongside the ones who did. She was a hunter, a predator, who fought for her territory and for life as she knew it.
