Stolen Memories. Liz Johnson

      

      IF ONLY SHE COULD REMEMBER…

      Attacked and left for dead, “Julie Thomas” has amnesia, and doesn’t know why anyone would want to hurt her. But when surveillance video of that night shows Julie holding a baby—a baby nowhere to be found—she panics. Is the child hers? Where is she now? With no answers and no place to go, Julie accepts Detective Zach Jones’s offer to help her solve both mysteries. The handsome, loyal cop makes her feel safe. But someone is trying very hard to make sure her memories stay buried forever.

      Witness Protection: Hiding in plain sight

      “Whoever attacked me at the park still wants me dead,” Julie said.

      She spoke with such certainty and calm, yet every muscle in Zach’s body tensed, every hair on the back of his neck stood on end. She was in danger.

      He swallowed the guilt that rose in his throat. “I am sorry. This is my fault.” Every syllable threatened to choke him, each one harder than the last. “I promised I’d take care of you. And instead I revealed right where you are.”

      She shook her head and slipped her hand into his and squeezed. “It wasn’t your fault, Zach. But he’ll come looking for me again.”

      The fingers in his grip began a slow tremor, quaking even more with every rise and fall of her chest. She was terrified.

      Whoever they were dealing with, whoever had attacked her in that park, had disappeared.

      * * *

      WITNESS PROTECTION: Hiding in plain sight

      Safe by the Marshal’s Side—Shirlee McCoy, January 2014

      The Baby Rescue—Margaret Daley, February 2014

      Stolen Memories—Liz Johnson, March 2014

      Top Secret Identity—Sharon Dunn, April 2014

      Family in Hiding—Valerie Hansen, May 2014

      Undercover Marriage—Terri Reed, June 2014

      LIZ JOHNSON

      After graduating from Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff with a degree in public relations, Liz Johnson set out to work in the Christian publishing industry, which was her lifelong dream. In 2006 she got her wish when she accepted a publicity position with a major trade book publisher. While working as a publicist in the industry, she decided to pursue her other dream—becoming an author. Along the way to having her novels published, she wrote articles for several magazines and worked as a freelance editorial consultant.

      Liz makes her home in Nashville, Tennessee, where she enjoys theater, exploring her new home and making frequent trips to Arizona to dote on her nephew and three nieces. She loves stories of true love with happy endings.

      Stolen Memories

      Liz Johnson

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      This is the covenant I will make with them after that time, says the Lord.

      I will put my laws in their hearts, and I will write them on their minds.

      —Hebrews 10:16

      For Kaye and Ruth, who encouraged me as I wrote this book. True friendship is an uncommon and special gift. I’ll never forget yours.

      Contents

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       DEAR READER

       QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

       EXCERPT

      ONE

      Zach Jones ran his hand down his face until his fingers covered a yawn. Letting out a muted sigh, he stared through the windshield of his parked car, seeing nothing but the lights lining the Minneapolis street. After a long day of chasing down dead ends, he was ready for a couple days off.

      A quick glance at the clock on his dashboard revealed that his shift was almost over. Time to head back to the station before turning in for the night. He’d just put the unmarked sedan into gear when the police radio in his car squawked, and he leaned over to turn it up.

      “Possible dead body at the corner of Thomas Road and Gavel Drive at Webster Park.” His stomach lurched, his pulse flying. That was just a few blocks away.

      Tossing the radio handset into the empty passenger seat, he flipped on the sirens and pulled onto the nearly deserted road. Usually he was the last one to the scene. Homicide was always called in after a dozen patrol officers had swarmed the area.

      This close to the scene, he’d probably even beat the uniforms