Amish Christmas Hideaway. Lenora Worth
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She’s hiding from killers...
Can she find a haven in Amish country?
A festive evening quickly becomes a holiday nightmare when Alisha Braxton witnesses a double murder. And the killer’s cold eyes promise that she’s next. There’s only one person Alisha trusts with her life—private investigator Nathan Craig, the man she once loved. But hiding in Amish country, can they outwit a murderer who’s determined she won’t survive Christmas?
With over seventy books published and millions in print, LENORA WORTH writes award-winning romance and romantic suspense. Three of her books finaled in the ACFW Carol Awards, and her Love Inspired Suspense novel Body of Evidence became a New York Times bestseller. Her novella in Mistletoe Kisses made her a USA TODAY bestselling author. Lenora goes on adventures with her retired husband, Don, and enjoys reading, baking and shopping...especially shoe shopping.
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Amish Christmas Hideaway
Lenora Worth
ISBN: 978-0-008-90077-9
AMISH CHRISTMAS HIDEAWAY
© 2019 Lenora H. Nazworth
Published in Great Britain 2019
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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“Just get me out of here...please.”
Alisha’s car was mere inches away from what looked like a sizable drop-off into a ravine.
“I’ve got you,” Nathan said. “C’mon, take my hand.”
She nodded. “My bag.”
“Okay, grab it. But careful.”
She lifted the big businesslike leather bag and handed it to him.
“Turn slowly toward me, okay?”
She nodded, the car rocking with each movement and slipping another inch against the old tree trunk.
Nathan’s breath caught. That old stump wouldn’t last much longer.
“On three,” he said. “One, two...three.”
He tugged her up and out and then pulled her away from the now-shaking car. With a groan, the car’s front right fender scraped against the rock before sliding over the edge of the ravine and crashing down below.
The sound of metal breaking apart echoed out over the hills.
“Are you all right?”
Alisha let out a long, shuddering sigh. “I could have died if you hadn’t come along...”
Why do the heathen rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?
—Psalm 2:1
To all of the friends I’ve made while writing Amish fiction. Thank you to our loyal readers!
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