Yuletide Fugitive Threat

Yuletide Fugitive Threat
Sandra Robbins

PERILOUS REUNIONThe man who killed Mia Fletcher's husband is stalking her—he's dangerously intent on searching for something in her possession. But Mia doesn't know what he wants or how to stop him, so she turns to Lucas Knight, fugitive hunter extraordinaire—and her former college boyfriend. When Lucas is pulled from sleep by a pounding on his door, Mia is the last person he expects to see. But after he hears about the killer who jumped bail, he has to help her…even if it means risking falling for her all over again. Can the bounty hunter capture the fugitive—and Mia's heart—in time for Christmas?Bounty Hunters: Finding justice one fugitive at a time

PERILOUS REUNION

The man who killed Mia Fletcher’s husband is stalking her—he’s dangerously intent on searching for something in her possession. But Mia doesn’t know what he wants or how to stop him, so she turns to Lucas Knight, fugitive hunter extraordinaire—and her former college boyfriend. When Lucas is pulled from sleep by a pounding on his door, Mia is the last person he expects to see. But after he hears about the killer who jumped bail, he has to help her…even if it means risking falling for her all over again. Can the bounty hunter capture the fugitive—and Mia’s heart—in time for Christmas?

Bounty Hunters: Finding justice one fugitive at a time

“Lucas, please, I need to talk to you.”

His hand tightened on the door. “We have nothing to talk about, Mia.”

She glanced over her shoulder as if checking to see who might be behind her and turned back to face him. Tears stood in her eyes. “I’m in trouble, Lucas, and I have no one to turn to. Just give me five minutes of your time. That’s all I’m asking.”

Against his better judgment, he stepped aside and nodded. “All right. Five minutes.”

He closed the door behind them and turned the thermostat up before ushering her into the living room. “Have a seat. I can see you’re upset about something. So tell me about it.”

Mia rubbed her hand across her eyes and sighed. “I hardly know where to start.” After a moment she took a deep breath. “Did you know that Kyle was murdered?”

Lucas exhaled a deep breath. “Yes. It’s been covered enough by the local media. I’m sorry, Mia. You have my condolences.”

She looked up at him, and he recoiled from the anger that lined her face. “I don’t need your pity, Lucas. Not now. I need help to find his killer. That’s what I want you to do.”

SANDRA ROBBINS is an award-winning, multipublished author of Christian fiction who lives with her husband in Tennessee. Without the support of her wonderful husband, four children and five grandchildren, it would be impossible for her to write. It is her prayer that God will use her words to plant seeds of hope in the lives of her readers so they may come to know the peace she draws from her life.

Yuletide

Fugitive

Threat

Sandra Robbins

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.

—Proverbs 31:30

To the memory of the 18,000 women in the United States who have been killed by men in domestic violence disputes since 2003.

Contents

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Back Cover Text (#uf3d5c93f-4ce9-54cc-a871-d4bbfe06c6ce)

Introduction (#uf328db41-2d2c-5af8-9b9b-f15bdc298724)

About the Author (#u60e6978b-bd18-51e1-8746-12bf31d383bd)

Title Page (#ua42c7d41-8e89-5fe1-b59b-93d75c94aa52)

Bible Verse (#ud86878b2-ecd8-585f-b04d-34a14219e7fa)

Dedication (#ue5567fd0-5867-55d3-a97e-145e5e4e3973)

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

Dear Reader

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ONE (#uc0fee459-51c7-5b68-aa7d-56da1e54ffed)

Mia Lockhart closed her eyes as she stood on the deck of her waterfront house and listened for sounds in the dark night. The only noise that reached her ears was the soft lap of the lake as its gentle waves rippled over the rocky shoreline.

She hugged her arms around her body and shivered in the December cold. Don’t let the quiet night lull you into a false sense of security, she said to herself. You’re not safe. Not yet. But would she ever be? That was the question that was causing one sleepless night after another.

Try as she might, she couldn’t make herself grieve over the murder of her husband a month ago. Grieving was for those with good memories of a deceased spouse, not for those who were lucky to have survived being married to a monster.