★ When the ravening wolf is in your soul, where can you run? ★ Scripture says, “Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep’s clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.” A timeless warning since human nature is fallen and the devil, like a lion, seeks to devour all that he can in every age. But what can one Amish woman do? Where can Naomi Boentreger turn once she realizes that the false prophet lives in her own soul? Is the sheep’s clothing that she thought was pure merely a disguise that will ravage her and the only family she has left? The family she wanted is gone forever since she stayed in Justice, Maryland instead of following her heart. Her faith-filled choice is cold comfort, but believing is what she must do. Undercover and working a case he’d rather not, FBI agent Daniel Graber, an Englisch raised as Amish, is conflicted by more than the nefarious activities of Aaron Esch, the suspected power behind an international drug trafficking scheme. A missing Amish girl is another something thrown into the mix and justice, true justice, demands answers. Daniel can only hope and, yes, pray that Naomi “Mimi” Boentreger is not involved in criminal activity. Prison would be a far better option than the horrible death that may claim his one and only love if he doesn’t step lightly. But how? How when all he wants is to secret Mimi away and live the life that life denied them? The time has come for Daniel to believe! Embrace the danger with scrumptious ✓Second Chance Romance ✓Forbidden Love ✓FBI Undercover Ops ✓Amish ✓Small Town AMISH JUSTICE is a two-hour suspense filled treat for those who prefer their drama with plenty of gray space between faith and despair. And beating hearts forever at risk. Forget exhaling.
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Honestly? I'm an empty-nesting mom looking for fun and plenty of distraction. Don't let the Snap Chat filters fool you. I love my husband. Good thing since we passed our 30 year anniversary years ago. I adore our inside kitty, Boo, and her opposite twin, Sweet Peanut, the feral beastie my husband and I are trying to tame. She has us SO wrapped and Boo knows it. She resents it, but that's another story. Poor prima kitty. Meanwhile, I crave someone or something to control, most often when my thoughts are running like a psychotic command and control station with zero control. (Can you feel me? If not, please, have mercy. My condition is very real.) Sadly, my Special Teams Navy vet counterpart doesn't take orders anymore. Like he ever did. Neither do my home schooled kiddos who have all flown states away. Lucky them... and, no, I don't wonder why. So, what's a girl to do? Write. Reach out. And create ongoing fantasies of what could be, should be, and will be for endless characters who—if they're fussy—can be written out. Bwahahah. I prefer tagging these willful ones with a happily-ever-after. Post torture, naturally, and could use your help! With far more than writing... but I'll leave that up to you. Be gentle.
