Sara K. Parker - Dying To Remember

Her missing memories could expose a killer

After a gunshot wound to the head, Ella Camden turns to the only man she knows will believe she’s being targeted, ex-love and security expert Roman DeHart. Trouble is, amnesia keeps her from remembering why someone might be after her. Roman let her go once. This time he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she stays alive—and his—forever.

SARA K. PARKER has been a writer ever since she was gifted a 4” x 6” pin-striped journal for her tenth birthday. Her writing hobby has since grown into her dream career—writing for Love Inspired, freelancing for magazines and teaching English at a community college. She and her husband live in Northwest Houston with their four children, two (soon-to-be three!) mischievous dogs and an extremely vocal senior cat.

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Dying to Remember

Sara K. Parker

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ISBN: 978-1-474-08451-2

DYING TO REMEMBER

© 2018 Sara K. Parker

Published in Great Britain 2018

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Ella whipped around as the car gunned straight for them.

A dark shadow of a face loomed behind the tinted windshield. The killer was coming for her.

“It’s him!” she yelled, reeling.

“Get back!” Roman barked, his arms coming around her and yanking her to the icy ground. And then she was rolling, cold earth seeping through thin clothes, blades of frozen grass scraping her cheeks.

Tires crunched, too close, the vehicle blasting forward and barely missing them. Roman pushed her behind him, slid his gun from its holster. Aimed.

The first shot hit a back tire. Rubber burst, debris flew. Ella scrambled backward, expecting the car to reverse, its tires to swerve toward them. Another shot split the air, the back windshield crashing in.

“Move, move, move!” Roman yelled, grabbing onto Ella’s arm and pulling her farther away from the lot, ready for the driver to try to strike again...

It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.

—Lamentations 3:22–23

Dear Reader,

On a breezy, sunny November day, I took my feverish nine-year-old daughter to the doctor to rule out strep or the flu. Turned out, she had cancer. For weeks, I cried every time I surfaced from sleep, repeatedly whispering one tiny prayer. Please, let her live.

And He did! As I write this letter, Aaliyah is one week away from completing ten months of treatment for Ewing’s Sarcoma, her tumor has been one hundred percent eradicated, and she and her twin sister can’t wait to start fifth grade.

As I watch our daughter overcome terrible odds and start to reclaim her childhood, my heart bursts with gratefulness, but also grieves for other cancer families I’ve met along the way. Cancer’s indiscriminate nature stirs up questions with no tidy answers—questions about faith, prayer, suffering and surrender.

In Dying to Remember , Ella Camden wrestles with her faith and the purpose of prayer after a personal tragedy evokes questions she can’t find satisfying answers to. But when a deadly threat reunites her with childhood sweetheart Roman DeHart, Ella begins to discover a sense of peace in the steady, unfailing presence of God.

In a world that sometimes blindsides us with heartbreak, my prayer is that you experience that peace, too, clinging to God as your anchor—no matter what the future holds. Drop me a line through my website at www.sarakparker.com. I’d love to hear from you.

With love,

Sara K. Parker

To Kai, Noah, Rayne and Aaliyah—You are my fiercest encouragers and my very own live-in comedians. You are also kind, compassionate and stronger than you know. Your smiles and laughter remind me daily to lay every burden at the feet of Jesus and seek joy. May the years ahead be full of happiness, love, growth and opportunities to bless others.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Introduction

Bible Verse

Dear Reader

Dedication

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

Extract

About the Publisher

ONE

The car was gone. Ella Camden was sure of it.

She’d spent the better part of twenty minutes peering through the taxi’s back window just to be certain.

Somewhere amid Friday rush hour traffic between Route 97 and the Baltimore-Washington Parkway, the silver sedan that had been following her had disappeared.

“I don’t see it anymore,” she said into her cell phone, finally facing forward again and slumping against the seat.

“Don’t you dare have that driver turn around,” Autumn Simmons responded, her tone unusually serious.

That was exactly what Ella wanted to do, though: tell the cabdriver to forget it. Turn the car around and take her back to her mom’s house. She sank down lower in her seat, her grip tight on the phone. “I’m probably just being paranoid,” she said, echoing the words of her sisters, several coworkers, her doctors...everyone except Autumn. “My injury—”