Colorado Manhunt: Wilderness Chase / Twin Pursuit. Lisa Phillips
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Fugitives on the lam…
And danger in the mountain wilderness.
In Wilderness Chase by Lisa Phillips, US marshal Noah Trent will do anything to protect key witness Amy Sanders when the brother she testified against escapes from prison and comes after her in the Rocky Mountains. And in Jenna Night’s Twin Pursuit, bounty hunter Lauren Dillard must battle the mountain elements and trained killers when she mistakenly tracks her target’s twin brother, Jason Cortez.
LISA PHILLIPS is a British-born, tea-drinking, guitar-playing wife and mom of two. She and her husband lead worship together at their local church. Lisa pens high-stakes stories of mayhem and disaster where you can find made-for-each-other love that always ends in a happily-ever-after. She understands that faith is a work in progress more exciting than any story she can dream up. You can find out more about her books at authorlisaphillips.com.
JENNA NIGHT comes from a family of Southern-born natural storytellers. Her parents were avid readers and the house was always filled with books. No wonder she grew up wanting to tell her own stories. She’s lived on both coasts, but currently resides in the inland northwest, where she’s astonished by the occasional glimpse of a moose, a herd of elk or a soaring eagle.
Colorado Manhunt
Lisa Phillips
and
Jenna Night
ISBN: 978-0-008-90087-8
COLORADO MANHUNT
Wilderness Chase © 2020 Lisa Phillips Twin Pursuit © 2020 Virginia Niten
Published in Great Britain 2020
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Noah pulled his weapon out and crept forward.
Amy had stowed hers in her go bag just in case she was caught alone. US marshals tended to get mad when a protectee tried to help them do their job.
He toed open the door and scanned the woods around the cabin. “It’s clear.”
Amy felt the hairs on her neck flutter. She stepped outside, then glanced back, wondering if she would ever get the chance to come back here. There were things she wanted. Stuff not required in her bag. She didn’t want to lose those things.
A vehicle approached. She heard the crunch of gravel under tires. Then the squeal of brakes.
Noah shoved her back. She fell. Coffee spilled on the entryway rug and his solid body landed on hers.
The rat-a-tat of gunfire cut through the thumping of her heart in her chest.
Noah rolled, taking her past the line of sight in the open doorway while the gunfire continued. He covered her body, arms over her head, so her face was nestled against his shoulder.
Wood splintered around them as the cabin was torn to pieces.
They were going to die.
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