Lethal Legacy. Carol J. Post

      

      Someone wants her family secrets buried

      He’s her only chance to survive

      Andrea Wheaton thought her parents’ tragic deaths were accidental—until she’s attacked during a burglary at their home. Now she’s also being targeted. Her ex-sweetheart Sheriff Deputy Bryce Caldwell insists on protecting her, though she refuses to trust him again. But with a killer closing in, can she and Bryce uncover her family’s secrets before it’s too late for them both?

      CAROL J. POST writes fun and fast-paced inspirational romantic suspense stories and lives in sunshiny central Florida. She sings and plays the piano for her church and also enjoys sailing, hiking and camping—almost anything outdoors. Her daughters and grandkids live too far away for her liking, so she now pours all that nurturing into taking care of two fat and sassy cats and one highly spoiled dachshund.

Also By Carol J. Post

       Love Inspired Suspense

      Midnight Shadows

      Motive for Murder

      Out for Justice

      Shattered Haven

      Hidden Identity

      Mistletoe Justice

      Buried Memories

      Reunited by Danger

      Fatal Recall

      Lethal Legacy

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      Lethal Legacy

      Carol J. Post

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      ISBN: 978-1-474-08598-4

      LETHAL LEGACY

      © 2018 Carol J. Post

      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 lights in Andi’s house went out, leaving only the glow of the fire.

      Bryce reached for Andi, tension spiking through him. “Stay here.”

      He pulled his flashlight from his pocket and clicked it on. There were no storms in the area. He’d stepped from his car under a clear sky, an almost half-moon casting its soft glow over the landscape. No reason for the power to go out.

      “What happened?” Andi’s voice was paper-thin, with an underlying quiver.

      “I’m going to look out and see if there’s light in my direction.”

      Bryce darted down the hall to the master bedroom. When he swept aside the curtains, his uneasiness ratcheted up several notches. A soft glow shone through the trees: his own porch light. His power was on.

      So what happened to Andi’s?

      Out front, glass shattered, followed by an almost simultaneous scream. He dropped the curtains into place and ran from the room, panic pounding at his heels. At the end of the hall, flames engulfed the love seat that separated the living room from the dining area.

      Dear Reader,

      I hope you’ve enjoyed returning to Murphy, North Carolina. A number of years ago, while visiting the area, my husband and I went in with four other family members and bought a dilapidated old cabin on twelve acres. While at the building supply store, we told them about our project, and the guy asked if we knew about the gold. We talked to some people, one of whom was a retired geologist who lived across the street at the time. Sure enough, turns out thar’s gold in them thar hills! We found where mining had happened at one end of the property and also on the geologist’s land. There’s still gold, but it’s about one thousand feet down, buried in a vein of quartz.

      I hope you’ve enjoyed Bryce and Andrea’s story. I love reunion stories, and this one was a lot of fun to write. Both Andrea and Bryce had acquired a lot of baggage over the years and had to work hard to learn to trust again.

      I hope you’ll come back in December to reconnect with some of your favorite Murphy residents in the third and final book in the series.

      Love in Christ,

       Carol J. Post

      Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed;

      for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee;

      yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee

      with the right hand of my righteousness.

      —Isaiah 41:10

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