DESIGNATED TARGET
On her way to visit a little girl she recently helped save, paramedic Darcie Stephens is attacked by a stranger dead-set on killing her. She escapes unscathed when detective Noah Lockhart comes to her rescue, but an officer finds a hit list dropped by the assailant—and Darcie’s name is next. Now with an assassin constantly on their heels, Darcie and Noah must uncover why somebody wants her dead. Noah fights hard to protect Darcie, but she’s determined to keep the cop at arm’s length. After all she’s lost, she’s afraid to love again, especially a handsome lawman with a guarded heart. And a murderer doesn’t plan to let Darcie live long enough for any second chances.
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“You’re safe, Darcie,” Noah said.
Was she? Would this creep think she could identify him and come looking for her? Come after her with his gun, or even worse, try to strangle her again?
A full-on shudder claimed Darcie’s body, and despite her efforts to fight back her tears, they started flowing. She tried to stop them, willed them away, but to no avail.
“Aw, no. Don’t cry.” Noah’s arms went around her, and he drew her close.
She needed him. Just now. Not later. Never again. Just now.
He cradled her head and held her. She allowed herself a few more moments to take in the warmth and ease the chill from her heart, but when her tears fully subsided, she couldn’t find an excuse to stay in his arms, so she eased free and looked up at him.
“Better?” he asked, his gaze tender as he pressed a wayward strand of hair behind her ear.
She didn’t know how to reply, and silence hung heavy in the air. She didn’t want to admit that outside his arms she felt afraid.
If she did, he would feel a need to protect her, and that wouldn’t be good for either of them.
SUSAN SLEEMAN is a bestselling author of inspirational and clean-read romantic suspense books and mysteries. She received an RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award for Thread of Suspicion; No Way Out and The Christmas Witness were finalists for the Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence. She’s had the pleasure of living in nine states and currently lives in Oregon. To learn more about Susan, visit her website at susansleeman.com.
Emergency Response
Susan Sleeman
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace
as you trust in Him, so that you may overflow with hope
by the power of the Holy Spirit.
—Romans 15:13
For my wonderful daughters, Erin and Emma.
As I wrote this book about parental loss, I was constantly reminded of what amazing daughters you are and that
I am so blessed that God has put you both in my life.
Contents
Can’t breathe. Must breathe.
“No.” Darcie Stevens clawed at the beefy arm circling her neck like a hangman’s noose, her fingernails raking over her attacker’s fleshy arm.
Scratching. Ripping. Drawing blood.
It didn’t deter him. He tightened his grip, cutting off the last of her breath. “Give it up. You won’t win.”
She worked harder to release the pressure on her windpipe. Struggled for oxygen. Any. Even the tiniest sip of cold February air. Found none.
Her vision blurred and she blinked hard.
No! Please, no!
Was this the end? Desperation set in. She had to try harder.
She elbowed his gut.