Stormy Haven. Elizabeth Goddard
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He’s her undercover bodyguard—but she can’t know
A Coldwater Bay Intrigue story
When someone tries to kill former government agent Jonna Strand, Ian Brady comes to her rescue. Now Ian must keep Jonna safe and catch the would-be killer—without revealing he was sent undercover to protect her. But when Jonna learns the truth, can she look past his secrets and lean on him to ensure they live through the storm-ridden night?
ELIZABETH GODDARD is the award-winning author of more than thirty novels and novellas. A 2011 Carol Award winner, she was a double finalist in the 2016 Daphne du Maurier Award for Excellence in Mystery/Suspense, and a 2016 Carol Award finalist. Elizabeth graduated with a computer science degree and worked in high-level software sales before retiring to write full-time.
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Stormy Haven
Elizabeth Goddard
ISBN: 978-1-474-08596-0
STORMY HAVEN
© 2018 Elizabeth Goddard
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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The hooded man aimed a gun at Jonna.
Ian lunged at the man, ramming into him to at least throw off his aim. Gunfire resounded in his ears. The weapon went off before he could stop it.
Cold, brutal waves washed over them as he fought the attacker. A fist filled Ian’s vision. Pain radiated across his face. Salt water washed into his nose and burned.
Ian shoved the man down in the wet sand and pinned the man’s arms behind his back. But the ocean gripped them both. Ian floundered as the current ripped the man from him and pulled Ian under. He held his breath, trying to gain his footing again. He met the sand on his knees, broken shells cutting into his flesh as he gasped and choked on water. Hands gripped him, and he wrestled someone to the ground.
Too late he recognized the feminine form beneath him. “Jonna!”
“We have to get out of here. It’s too dangerous!” she yelled.
For in the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion: in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me;
he shall set me up upon a rock.
—Psalms 27:5
Dedicated to my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
You’re the King of my heart.
Thank you to all my writing buddies for your encouragement through the years on this long writing road. It’s been an adventure, to be sure. And special thanks goes to my family—thank you for putting up with me while I get lost in my writing world. I couldn’t do this without you. Elizabeth Mazer—I’m so grateful for the opportunities you’ve given me to write for you. To my agent, Steve Laube, thank you for seeing something in me, for believing in me.
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