OPERATION: PROTECT FAMILY
A scared widow and her defenseless son have former marine Thad Pearson on red alert. Someone is systematically wrecking Lindy Southerlandâs life. First her house. Then her bank account. And unless the thug gets what he wants, her child will be targeted next. The woman jumps at every shadow, but refuses to go to the police. Why? With Thadâs every protective instinct in overdrive, he guards Lindy and her son as if theyâre his own family. But keeping his scarred heart safe proves his toughest assignment yet. And leads him straight into a mastermindâs deadly trap.
âWho would want to hurt you?â
When Lindy whirled and gawked at him, Thad was certain heâd asked the right question. âWhat do you mean, hurt me?â
âJust what I said. This is no computer mix-up. Itâs deliberate. Somebody wants you broke and theyâve just about succeeded in making that happen. What I need to know is, why? Whoâs that mad at you, Lindy?â
âNobody.â She leaned her elbows on her knees and cupped her face in her hands.
âOkay,â he drawled, choosing his words carefully, âthen who might still have it in for your late husband?â
Her head snapped up. Her jaw gaped. It took several long seconds for her to regain her composure and in that short space of time Thad saw a myriad of conflicting emotions.
âYou donât have to tell me a thing,â Thad said. âBut you should confide in someone, preferably somebody in law enforcement. You do see that, donât you?â
She pulled her jacket tighter. âI...canât.â
He had to find out why.
VALERIE HANSEN
was thirty when she awoke to the presence of the Lord in her life and turned to Jesus. In the years that followed, she worked with young children, both in church and secular environments. She also raised a family of her own and played foster mother to a wide assortment of furred and feathered critters.
Married to her high school sweetheart, she now lives in an old farmhouse she and her husband renovated with their own hands. She loves to hike the wooded hills behind the house and reflect on the marvelous turn her life has taken. Not only is she privileged to reside among the loving, accepting folks in the breathtakingly beautiful Ozark mountains of Arkansas, she also gets to share her personal faith by telling the stories of her heart for all of the Love Inspired Books lines.
Life doesnât get much better than that!
Standing Guard
Valerie Hansen
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
âPsalms 23:4
I wish I could honor all the people, past and present, who have brought me to the place in my life, and in my faith, where Iâm able to write these stories. There would not be room for all those names if I took up pages and pages, so Iâll simply say a heartfelt âThank youâ to friends and family.
ONE
âMama? Mama?â
The little voice was barely audible, yet it was enough to reach into Lindy Southerlandâs subconscious and rouse her from a troubled sleep.
She sat up in bed, raked her long, reddish-gold hair back with her fingers and strained to listen. Could she have imagined hearing Danny calling?
Suddenly, something hit the floor somewhere in the otherwise silent house. The thud was muted but unmistakable. Had her only child fallen out of bed?
âMama?â
Dannyâs high-pitched plea was tinged with anxiety. âComing, honey,â she called. She hadnât imagined hearing it the first time. Poor little guy sounded scared. Again. No wonder. Neither of them had slept well since theyâd seen Ben...
Banishing the memories of her familyâs kidnapping and her husbandâs murder that continued to haunt her, Lindy threw back her blankets, stood to slip into a warm robe and belted it, while exiting her room.
How she hated the night. Her irrational fears had increased in the six months since sheâd been tragically widowed and she didnât know how to fight back. Or how to help her seven-year-old son.
She took a settling breath and mustered her courage. Danny needed her. That was all that mattered.
âItâs okay,â she whispered, trying to fool herself by pretending she was composed and unruffled. âIâm okay. Dannyâs okay. Weâre fine now.â
But she wasnât fine. And her little boy wasnât fine, either. Theyâd been through too much, seen too much, suffered too much.
âIâm coming, honey,â she repeated. âMamaâs coming.â
Trembling inside, she padded barefoot down the second floor hallway. Dannyâs open door was illuminated by one of the tiny night-lights she had placed throughout the house after her son had begged for them. Not that she blamed him. Their world seemed far less gloomy and intimidating when it wasnât filled with darkness.