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Jake Silver may not be able to put the memories of his time as a sniper and Navy SEAL behind him, but at least he can put his skills to use as a part of the Jones Inc. rescue team. Saving the life of pediatric heart surgeon Dr. Aria Sinclair on Denali helped too. Now he can't get her out of his head, and when he hears she is in the path of a hurricane down in Key West he can't help but jump on a plane to rescue her.Aria has dedicated her life to helping children born with defective hearts. After all, she was one of those children. Now driven to succeed, she lives a lonely, stressful life. One she would have lost on Denali if it hadn't been for Jake. Jake is exciting and handsome, but he's also dangerous, and she's already lost one person she loves. She can't bear it again.It's not until she finds herself trapped in the middle of a category 4 hurricane that she can admit she needs Jake desperately. With their very survival in the balance, can they hope for a second chance at life . . . and love?

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Publié par	Baker Publishing Group
Date de parution	02 juin 2020
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781493423217
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	3 Mo

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The Heart of a Hero
“Susan May Warren whips up a maelstrom of action that slams Jake and Aria together and keeps the pages turning. Twists, turns, and constant danger keep you wondering whether this superb cast of characters can ride out the storm.”
James R. Hannibal , multi–award winning author of Chasing the White Lion
Praise for The Way of the Brave
“ The Way of the Brave grabbed me at the first chapter and never let go. Susan May Warren is a master storyteller, creating strong, confident, and compassionate characters. This book is no different. The healing of Jenny and Orion as they brave the elements of Denali is a perfect mirror of our journey in Christ. Daily we must go ‘the way of the brave.’”
Rachel Hauck , New York Times bestselling author of The Wedding Dress and The Memory House
“Warren lays the foundation of a promising faith-influenced series with this exciting outing.”
Publishers Weekly
“The first in Warren’s Global Search and Rescue series combines high-adrenaline thrills and a sweet romance. Perfect for fans of Dee Henderson and Irene Hannon.”
Booklist
Praise for the Montana Rescue Series
“Pitting characters against nature—and themselves—in a rugged mountain setting, Susan May Warren pulls readers in on page one and never lets go.”
Irene Hannon , bestselling author and three-time RITA Award winner
“Warren’s stalwart characters and engaging story lines make her Montana Rescue series a must-read.”
Booklist
“ Troubled Waters is a story that will not be easy to forget and one that you will read again.”
Fresh Fiction
“Everything about this story sparkles: snappy dialogue, high-flying action, and mountain scenery that beckons the reader to take up snowboarding.”
Publishers Weekly
Books by Susan May Warren
M ONTANA R ESCUE
Wild Montana Skies
Rescue Me
A Matter of Trust
Troubled Waters
Storm Front
Wait for Me
G LOBAL S EARCH AND R ESCUE
The Way of the Brave
The Heart of a Hero
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© 2020 by Susan May Warren
Published by Revell
a division of Baker Publishing Group
PO Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287
www.revellbooks.com
Ebook edition created 2020
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
ISBN 978-1-4934-2321-7
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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CHAPTER 1
I N THE DAYLIGHT, Jake Silver wasn’t the devil.
He didn’t hear the screams.
Didn’t smell the pungent residue of gun smoke tinging the air.
Didn’t destroy lives.
In the daylight, he was just Uncle Jake, the guy who knew how to fly.
Jake tucked his feet into the toe straps in the trampoline of his Hobie 16 catamaran and glanced at the sky.
A perfect day. Blue skies overhead, a high in the low eighties, a scattering of cirrus that lent just enough shadow to escape the July heat.
This morning, when Jake rose, gulping back a familiar scream, his body sheened with sweat, the sunrise had cast a glaze over the platinum water that lapped the fifty feet of shoreline of his parents’ lakeside home, leaving a beckoning trail of brilliant orange-and-golden sun. He’d had no choice but to surrender to the lure and drag out his cat, hopefully before the crazies hit the lake with their high-powered ski boats that dragged wakeboarders through the chop of Lake Minnetonka.
Deceiving, maybe, but the cool blue suggested a quietness that might calm the buzz that hummed right under his skin. Always, but especially since he’d come down from Denali a week ago.
No. Since he’d taken down a terrorist in the lobby of the Summit Hotel in Anchorage, Alaska.
A clean shot. A good kill.
But it awakened the demons.
Jake’s plan was easy—keep outrunning them. And for the last hour he’d heard nothing but the wind, felt the sun kiss his face, casting deep into his soul. The fragrance of the lake—brine and seaweed, the fishy scent of bass and sunnies that lived in the shallows—seasoned the air.
Yes, Jake could die happily out here, in the water, away from everything that landlocked him.
He guessed the wind at about 10 knots, enough for a sweet joyride from one side of the lake to the other, past the massive million-dollar homes that edged the shoreline.
He glanced over at the little girl sitting beside him. “How ya doin’, kid?”
Ten-year-old Aggie Jones wore her dark blonde hair in two tight braids down her back under a Twins ball cap his mother had found for her, along with a swimsuit and life jacket. He’d clipped her to the trapeze so she wouldn’t fly off should they catch a gust, but she sat on the lip of the trampoline, her feet tucked into the toe straps, gripping the edge.
Like she’d been sailing her entire life.
Now she looked at him and nodded. No grin, but he didn’t expect one. She might not even understand him. Aggie Jones hadn’t spoken a word since her father found her in Italy a week ago.
Of course, Hamilton hadn’t even known his daughter existed until he received a call from the air force base in Sigonella. The only survivor of a yachting accident, Agatha Jones was found by the Italian coast guard amidst the debris on shore. Although she identified herself to the American doctor serving at the clinic, she clammed up the minute Ham showed up.
Hadn’t said a word since. Just clutched her only possession, a grimy unicorn that had weathered the crash.
Ham was getting desperate. But the kid just needed time. After all, she’d just lost her mother. Jake knew what it felt like to have your entire world ripped out from under you. Hence his suggestion that Ham and Aggie join Jake and the Silver clan for today’s Fourth of July picnic.
When Jake had spotted Aggie up early, sitting in the sunroom, he’d invited her on his morning cruise. Asked permission from Ham, who’d spent way too long mulling over the answer.
Ham was out of his element for the first time in his life. Poor guy—the man could plan an op against a Taliban stronghold, execute and extract key prisoners, and escape through the mountains. But he didn’t know how to talk to a ten-year-old.
Worse, he was shaken by the fact that the woman he’d married had escaped the bombing that he thought had taken her life.
That she’d borne him a child.
That she’d spent the last decade in hiding.
And that he’d been too late, again, to save her life.
Yeah, Ham had his own regrets to run from. A snarl of unspoken confusion. And not that Jake knew much about kids, but being the favorite uncle of his sister’s rascals, he knew that sometimes you just had to stop trying so hard.
Probably advice he needed to give to himself. Let it go, let it go, according to his twin nieces, Lola and Darcy.
Someday, maybe.
“Hang on, sweetheart,” Jake said now. “We’re going to fly the hull!”
The cool spray of the water glistened on his surf shirt as he let out a little on the jib sheet. The catamaran rode up, skimming across the waves on the opposite hull. He held the tiller and the mainsheet in his left hand, controlled the jib sheet with his right, the sails on a broad reach.
“Woohoo!” He glanced again at Aggie. No smile as she hung on, her braids flying.
Tough crowd.
The cat rose to a forty-five-degree angle, nearly past the point of no return as they sliced through the waves. A few ski boats bobbed in the distance in Smith’s Bay, one of the favorite wakeboarding spots. He’d probably be buzzing his two nephews through it later today, or maybe farther, under the bridge and into Crystal Bay.
Now, he kept heading west, toward Big Island, along the shoreline of St. Louis Bay. The wind burned his ears, and he pulled in the jib as the cat picked up even more speed.
Yeah, this day had all the makings of a restart. Erase the crazy two weeks he’d spent nearly dying on Denali. And maybe too, stop obsessing over the fact that every time he found something good, he managed to screw it up with his stupid, impulsive behavior.
Like the fact that he’d finally met a woman— the woman—and . . . well, he wasn’t sure what happened, but the fact that the last time he’d seen her she was practically running from him should tell him that hadn’t quite worked out.
Let it go, let it go . . .
Today was the day of freedom. New starts. Taming the wind and moving on.
The jib caught a gust and the cat jerked.
He needed more control. Or maybe it was simply the call of the wind, but he shouted at Aggie, “Stay put!” Then, Jake scooted out and braced his feet on the edge, letting the trapeze hold him as he leaned out over the water. Pulling in the jib, he slowed them just enough for him to set his feet, then let the sail out again.
The wind grabbed him, shot the hull up.
He was flying, water spraying up, his body hanging over the water.
Hooyah.
Better than sky jumping, better than diving, hanging ten on his cat made him feel like Aquaman, master of the waves.
A noise breached the wind and he looked down to see Aggie looking up at him.
Was that a smile? It turned her entire countenance to sunshine and light, her blue eyes luminous. Wow. Jake thought she looked like Ham when she was serious, all intensity and focus, but when she smiled, Jake saw the man who’d led and inspired SEAL Team Three for the better part of a decade. A person of strength and hope.
The kid just might be okay, if they all pl