Tailspin
DIVING INTO DANGERNothing can stop Sylvie Masters from scuba diving to find her mother’s downed plane—except possibly the hit man determined to keep the truth from surfacing. But when brave bush pilot Will Pierson comes to her rescue, she knows she can still reach her goal with his help. Will wants answers about the crash too, especially since his mother was the missing plane's pilot. He'll be the hero Sylvie needs, but can he ever trust her? Sylvie is shrouded in secrets that keep leading her back to Mountain Cove. Secrets someone will kill for. Will may protect her, but no one can persuade her to end her search…not even a killer.Mountain Cove: In the Alaskan wilderness, love and danger collide.
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DIVING INTO DANGER
Nothing can stop Sylvie Masters from scuba diving to find her motherâs downed planeâexcept possibly the hit man determined to keep the truth from surfacing. When brave bush pilot Will Pierson comes to her rescue, she knows she can still reach her goal, but she needs his help. Will wants answers about the crash, too, especially since his mother was the missing planeâs pilot. Heâll be the hero Sylvie needs, but can he ever trust her? Sylvie is shrouded in secrets that keep leading her back to Mountain Cove. Secrets someone will kill for. Will may protect her, yet no one can persuade her to end her search...not even a killer.
Mountain Cove: In the Alaskan wilderness, love and danger collide.
What was that noise?
It penetrated her sleep and she sat up. Will stood at the open door, silhouetted in the morning light.
Whomp-whomp-whomp.
Realization dawned. A helicopter. Someone to rescue them.
Newfound energy surged through Sylvie, and she ran to Will on her injured ankle. âWhy arenât you out there signaling them?â She pushed by, prepared to limp outside. âIf you wonât, then I will.â
âSylvie, no.â He gripped her shoulders, his eyes imploring her to listen. âThe help I radioed for wonât be here for hours.â He nodded toward the helicopter. âThatâs not our help.â
She froze. âWhat are you saying?â
âIâm saying that could be the men after you.â
She backed away from him. âNo, that canât be. Howââ
A spray of bullets ricocheted through the woods. Will slammed the door and pressed his back against it. Determination was carved into his features. âWe have to get out of here.â
A chunk of fear lodged in her throat. When would this end? She knew the answerâ¦and that was what scared her.
ELIZABETH GODDARD is an award-winning author of over twenty novels, including the romantic mystery The Camera Never Liesâwinner of a prestigious Carol Award in 2011. After acquiring her computer science degree, she worked at a software firm before eventually retiring to raise her four children and become a professional writer. In addition to writing, she homeschools her children and serves with her husband in ministry.
But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
âIsaiah 40:31
To my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ,
who truly does renew my strength.
When it comes time to write acknowledgments, there are so many people I want to thank. Too many to name in a short paragraph, but all my heartfelt gratitude goes to my familyâmy parents and grandparents who encouraged me, always telling me that I could be whatever I wanted to be. They taught me the sky was the limit. To dream as big as I wanted to dream and accomplish even more. The journey to this place of living my dream of writing novels has taken years, and itâs a journey I would never have made without God, who continued to nudge and direct me to answer His call. Along the way Iâve made many deep and lasting friendshipsâmy partners in writing and in life. You know who you are. Thank you. I want to thank my wonderful editor Elizabeth Mazer, for your encouragement and suggestions that make my books the best they can be. I could never forget my amazing agent, Steve Laube.
Thank you for believing in me.
Contents
The scuba-diving dry suit, along with the warm layers beneath, protected Sylvie Masters from the biting cold waters of the channel that carved its way through the Alaska Panhandle.
Breathe too fast, you could die. Hold your breath, you could die. Stay too long, you could die. Ascend too fast, tiny little bubbles of nitrogen on a death mission enter your bloodstream.
Her motherâs words, an effort to dissuade her from her love of scuba diving, gripped her mind as she searched for the missing plane in the depths. Her mother had worried about Sylvieâs diving, but in turn, Sylvie had reminded her that famous undersea explorer Jacques Cousteau had lived to be eighty-seven, his death unrelated to his underwater endeavors, and his sons were still alive except the one who died in a plane crashâa seaplane, no less!
Sylvie never imagined her words would be so prophetic. Never imagined that horrible phone call two months earlier, telling her that a seaplane with her mother on board had disappeared without a trace, and that her mother was missing and presumed dead.
A sea lion glided past, much too close for comfort, and Sylvie exhaled sharply, her pulse accelerating. The enormity of the creature this close left her in awe. The large mammal, intent on a search of his own, swam away, putting a comfortable distance between them.
Slowing her breathing, she flutter-kicked and moved on. The glint of painted metal, something completely unnatural to the environment, caught her attention. A wing thrusting from the sandy bottom? The final resting place for a plane and passengers?
