Lancaster County Target. Kit Wilkinson

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      A KILLER IN AMISH COUNTRY

      Down a deserted hospital corridor, nurse Abby Miller witnesses a patient’s shocking murder. When the masked killer spots her, she’s overpowered—and left for dead. Handsome doctor Blake Jamison vows to keep her safe while investigating the mysterious patient’s death. But when he and Abby uncover a connection between the murder and the long-held secret of his adoption and possible Amish birth, the killer begins targeting them both. Amish-born Abby slowly learns to trust Blake with her life. But it may be too late to protect her heart from the high-society doctor who is sure to leave her behind.

      “Is something wrong?” Blake asked.

      He parked in Abby’s semicircle driveway, leaving his headlights to shine over the front porch.

      “I don’t think so.” She forced a smile and searched in her bag for the house key. But a feeling of dread passed through her. Something was wrong.

      Likely it was nothing more than nerves—hardly surprising after the day she’d had. “I guess the sensors on my porch lights are broken. Those lights usually come on when it gets dark.”

      “Let me come up to the door with you, just to be safe. You weren’t too steady on your feet earlier, and shouldn’t be stumbling around in the dark.” He turned off the engine, but left his headlights on to shine over the front porch.

      Blake stood back as she went in and reached for the lights. Nothing happened as she flicked the light switch.

      “Looks like the power is out.”

      Blake’s hand came down on her shoulder, giving her a chill.

      “Shhh,” he whispered. “There’s someone else in the house.”

      KIT WILKINSON

      is a former Ph.D. student who once wrote discussions on the medieval feminine voice. She now prefers weaving stories of romance and redemption. Her first inspirational manuscript won the prestigious RWA Golden Heart. You can visit Kit at www.kitwilkinson.com or write to her at [email protected].

      Lancaster County Target

      Kit Wilkinson

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

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      Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might.

      —Ecclesiastes 9:10

      To my lovely student, Emily Dingman, what a pleasure to watch you mature into such a fine young lady over the past three years.

      Tu rends le monde si mieux—You make the world better. Always remember you make a difference.

      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

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       CHAPTER NINETEEN

       CHAPTER TWENTY

       CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

       DEAR READER

       QUESTIONS FOR DISCUSSION

       EXTRACT

      ONE

      What is that doctor doing in here?

      Abigail Miller’s heart beat fast and hard as she stood, frozen, in the dark hospital corridor, watching a surgeon empty a large syringe of clear liquid into a patient’s IV drip.

      Why? What is he doing here? Alone with a patient in a closed-off part of the hospital?

      Abby shook her head. It didn’t make any sense.

      Dressed in full scrubs with no ID badge that she could spot, the doctor’s figure towered over the male patient who lay lifeless on the gurney. As large as the surgeon looked in the narrow corridor, the male patient looked small even on the hospital gurney—his olive skin pale, his head round and bald. He seemed so still.

      Abby sucked in a quick breath and decided to backtrack without disturbing the doctor and patient. She wasn’t comfortable confronting the tall, imposing surgeon herself, but something about the scene just didn’t seem right. Perhaps she could find a security guard... She stepped backward and her shoe squeaked as it turned on the tiled floor.

      “How