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Heart & Endurance, Books 1 & 2

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Two exciting and heart-warming stories for the price of one.

In the face of insurmountable odds, is strength and endurance enough to prevail and find love?

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    Cold Sweat, Book 1

    Seventeen-year-old Hope Craig is deaf and training hard to make the biathlon Olympic Team. But when she is kidnapped from the groomed trails and taken to a remote cabin in the mountains, she must battle more than the elements to survive. Using her wits and skills, Hope sets out to escape the mountains and save the man her mother had sent to rescue her – a man who is not who he appears to be.


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    Julie Lavoie is no stranger to personal tragedy, but as she contemplates giving love a second chance, she must face her fears regarding the occupation of Rubens “Luke” Lucas, a federal agent embroiled in an explosive investigation. The sudden disappearance of her only son tests Julie’s courage and determination. She welcomes Luke’s help to search for Thierry, but their two investigations intertwine, jeopardizing her chances of ever seeing her son again.


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    Heart & Endurance - print

    Heart & Endurance - print

    Two exciting and heart-warming stories for the price of one.

    In the face of insurmountable odds, is strength and endurance enough to prevail and find love?


    Blistery fire, Hope. What possessed you to name your father?

    The name of her father belonged on Hope’s birth certificate. Nowhere else. Colonel Amelia Matheson had seen to it, or so she’d thought.

    Her daughter’s biography, which Amelia would never have authorized, was posted on the team’s website along with the life stories of the other biathletes. The only person who could have written and submitted the article was Hope.

    Sometimes that only child of mine is as infuriating as her father had been.

    Amelia was tempted to ask Hope’s coach to take it down, but the request would raise questions. A silent sigh expanded her ribcage. After eighteen years, she was tired of the truthful lies, though she only had herself to blame.

    With any luck, no one will read it. Regardless, her feisty daughter would still get an earful when she called from Montana tonight. She’d better wear her transmitter.

    A knock on her door ended Amelia’s broodings.


    Captain Garner stepped into her office. When he closed the door behind him, Amelia braced herself for more bad news.

    “Yes, Captain?”

    With his hands behind his back, the junior officer came to stand at ease in front of her desk. A beautifully handcrafted desk buried under a mountain of paperwork.

    “We have two problems, ma’am.”

    Back in her younger days, Amelia had loved handling problems, the bigger the better, but since she got stuck behind a desk, problems had multiplied at a higher rate than solutions had surfaced. Her body and her mind screamed for action. Accepting her latest promotion had been a mistake and filling in for Colonel Lewis until her position at the Pentagon became official had been an even bigger one. She belonged in the field searching for answers, not in an office waiting for reports.

    “What problems?” She kept her frustration wrapped under a cool and professional demeanor.

    “The body of a young woman was found in Major Elliot’s cottage in New Hampshire. She was in one of the guest bedrooms dressed in a nightgown. Preliminary report indicates she’s been dead at least two weeks. No name or cause of death yet.”

    According to his exemplary service record, Major Charles S. Elliot owned a private medical practice in North Carolina. He was one of many military doctors who provided medical care to the civilian population in his spare time.

    The cottage in New Hampshire is a long way from the private clinic in North Carolina.

    It baffled Amelia that in fifteen years, Elliot’s behavior or evaluations hadn’t shown he was prone to negligence. Had the doctor been incarcerated instead of being remanded to house arrest, he wouldn’t have escaped, and that young woman might still be alive.

    If the victim is one of his civilian patients, the media will have a field trip with the story.

    “Was Elliot apprehended by the local authorities?” Not territorial by nature, Amelia didn’t care who arrested the fugitive as long as the bloody trail ended. Getting the job done was more important than receiving credits.

    “No, ma’am, and that’s the other problem.” Not one to be easily intimidated, Garner looked her in the eye when he spoke. “A male nurse was arrested last night for administering an unapproved drug to a female soldier. The victim developed an adverse reaction similar to the one that killed Major Elliot’s three patients. A look at the nurse’s schedule showed he’d also tended to those patients within twenty-four hours of their death. The charges against Major Elliot haven’t been dropped, but he’s no longer the only suspect.”

    A month ago, Elliot had escaped custody while awaiting his court-martial for negligent homicide in the death of three patients. If he were innocent, he’d chosen the wrong month to take a hike and hide a fourth body in his cottage.

    “Regardless of his guilt or innocence, Major Elliot is AWOL since November fifteenth. Our job is to track him down and bring him back. The lawyers can figure out the rest.”

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