But the danger has only just begun.
Someone begins stalking her, and they want blood and revenge.
Agent Derek Turner of Covert Police Detectives Unit is assigned as her bodyguard and goes with her to her Amish community in Unity, Maine.
Maria's secretive eyes, painful past, and cautious demeanor intrigue him.
As the human trafficking ring begins to target the Amish community, Derek wonders if the distraction of her will cost him his career…and Maria's life.
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When Officer Jefferson Martin witnesses a young woman being hit by a car near his campsite, all thoughts of vacation vanish as the car speeds off.
When the malnourished, battered woman wakes up, she can't remember anything before the accident. They don't know her name, so they call her Jane.
When someone breaks into her hospital room and tries to kill her before getting away, Jefferson volunteers to protect Jane around the clock. He takes her back to their Kennebunkport beach house along with his upbeat sister Estella and his friend who served with him overseas in the Marine Corps, Ben Banks.
At first Jane’s stalker leaves strange notes, but then his attacks become bolder and more dangerous.
Jane gradually remembers an Amish farm and wonders if that's where she's from...or if she was held captive there.
But the more Jefferson falls for her, the more persistent the stalker becomes in making Jane miserable…and in taking her life.
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After Freya Wilson accidentally hits an Amish man with her car in a storm, will she have the courage to tell his family the truth—especially after she meets his handsome brother?
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Adam Lapp expected the woman who killed his brother accidentally with her car to be heartless and cruel. He never expected her to a timid, kind, and beautiful woman who is running for her life from a controlling ex who wants her dead.
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Will she find hope in the ashes, or just more darkness and sorrow?
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Excerpt from Amish Alias
(This Series Can Be Read Out Of Order Or As Standalone Novels)
Chapter One
“Mom, are we there yet?” nine-year-old Charlotte Cooper asked from the back seat of her parents’ van. Her legs pumped up and down in anticipation. Mom had said they were going to a farm where her aunt lived, and she couldn’t wait to see the animals. The ride was taking forever.
“Just a few more minutes, honey,” Mom said from the driver’s seat.
Charlotte put her coloring book down and patted the lollipop in her pocket Mommy had given her for the trip. She was tempted to eat it now but decided to save it for the ride home. She hoped it wouldn’t melt in her pocket. The van was hot even though she was wearing shorts and her favorite pink princess T-shirt. Charlotte shoved her damp blonde curls out of her eyes.
The van passed a yellow diamond-shaped sign that had a black silhouette of a horse and carriage on it. “Mommy, what does that sign mean?”
“It’s a warning to drive slowly because there are horses and buggies on the road here.”
“What? Horses and bugs?”
“No.” Mom smiled. “They’re called buggies. They’re like the carriages you’ve seen in your storybooks. Except they are not pumpkin-shaped. They are black and shaped more like a box.”
Charlotte imagined a black box being pulled by a horse. If she were a princess, she would like a pumpkin carriage much better. “Why are there buggies here?”
“The folks who live in this area don’t drive cars.”
They don’t drive cars? Charlotte thought. “Then what do they drive?”
“They only drive buggies,” Mom said.
How fast do buggies go? Charlotte wondered. Not fast as a car, I bet. “Why would anyone not drive a car? They’re so much faster than buggies.”
“I know, honey. Some people are just…different.” Mom glanced at Charlotte in the rear-view mirror. “But being different isn’t a bad thing.”
Charlotte gazed out the window. Even though they had just passed a pizza place a few minutes ago, all she could see now were huge fields and plain-looking houses.
There was nothing around. This looked like a boring place to live. What did people do to have fun here besides play outside?
A horse and carriage rumbled past them on the unpaved road going in the other direction. A girl wearing a blue dress and a white bonnet sat on the top seat, guiding a dark brown horse. She looked just like a picture Charlotte had seen in her history book at school. “Look, Mom.” Charlotte pointed at the big black box on wheels.
“It’s not polite to point, Charlie.”
Charlotte dropped her hand to her side. “Why is that girl dressed like a pilgrim, Mom? She’s wearing a bonnet. Are we near Plymouth Plantation?”
Mom didn’t answer. Maybe she was too distracted. She seemed really focused on the mailbox up ahead.
“We’re here,” Mom said and turned onto a long driveway.
Charlotte gaped at the chocolate-colored horses in the fields and the clucking chickens congregating in the front yard. The van bounced over bumps on the gravel path leading to a huge tan house with bright blue curtains hanging in the windows. The dark red roof had a large metal pipe coming out of the top with smoke coming out of it, and behind the house stood a big red barn. Charlotte wondered how many animals were in there.
Mom parked the van and helped Charlotte out. “I’m going inside to talk to your Aunt Esther. I don’t want to bring you inside because… Well… You should just wait here. I won’t be long.”
“Can I walk around?”
Before Mom could answer, a young boy about Charlotte’s age walked out of the barn. He saw them and waved.
“Can I go play with him?” Charlotte asked.
“Hi!” The boy ran over. “I’ve never seen you around here before. Want to go see the animals in the barn?”
“Can I go in the barn with him?” Charlotte asked her mother.
“What’s your name?” Mom asked the boy. “Is Esther your Maam?”
“I’m Elijah. No, she’s not my mother. My Maam and Daed are out running errands, so I’m playing here until they get back. My parents are best friends with Esther and Irvin. I come here all the time. I know my way around the barn real well.”