Jodie Bailey - Hidden Twin

Off the grid...

And on the run

After years of looking over her shoulder in witness protection, Amy Brady has been found by the dangerous criminals who want her dead. With Amy’s handler killed and WitSec hacked, US marshal Sam Maldonado must break the rules to save her. But without backup as her would-be killer closes in, can he keep Amy alive long enough to reunite with her twin?

JODIE BAILEYwrites novels about freedom and the heroes who fight for it. Her novel Crossfire won a 2015 RT Reviewers’ Choice Best Book Award. She is convinced a camping trip to the beach with her family, a good cup of coffee and a great book can cure all ills. Jodie lives in North Carolina with her husband, her daughter and two dogs.

Also by Jodie Bailey

Freefall

Crossfire

Smokescreen

Compromised Identity

Breach of Trust

Dead Run

Calculated Vendetta

Fatal Response

Mistaken Twin

Hidden Twin

Texas Ranger Holidays

Christmas Double Cross

Discover more at millsandboon.co.uk.

Hidden Twin

Jodie Bailey

www.millsandboon.co.uk

ISBN: 978-1-474-09650-8

HIDDEN TWIN

© 2019 Jodie Bailey

Published in Great Britain 2019

by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollins Publishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF

All rights reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. This edition is published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, locations and incidents are purely fictional and bear no relationship to any real life individuals, living or dead, or to any actual places, business establishments, locations, events or incidents. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental.

By payment of the required fees, you are granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right and licence to download and install this e-book on your personal computer, tablet computer, smart phone or other electronic reading device only (each a “Licensed Device”) and to access, display and read the text of this e-book on-screen on your Licensed Device. Except to the extent any of these acts shall be permitted pursuant to any mandatory provision of applicable law but no further, no part of this e-book or its text or images may be reproduced, transmitted, distributed, translated, converted or adapted for use on another file format, communicated to the public, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of publisher.

® and ™ are trademarks owned and used by the trademark owner and/or its licensee. Trademarks marked with ® are registered with the United Kingdom Patent Office and/or the Office for Harmonisation in the Internal Market and in other countries.

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Version: 2020-03-02

Before you start reading, why not sign up?

Thank you for downloading this Mills & Boon book. If you want to hear about exclusive discounts, special offers and competitions, sign up to our email newsletter today!

SIGN ME UP!

Or simply visit

signup.millsandboon.co.uk

Mills & Boon emails are completely free to receive and you can unsubscribe at any time via the link in any email we send you.

“Get out of here. Now!”

Sam grabbed the backpack. A go-bag packed with essentials for survival, which she’d know meant one thing: they were in trouble.

“Who is it?” she asked, panic in her voice.

He couldn’t tell her who. He didn’t know. “Put on your vest and let’s go.” Sidearm in hand, he let her out.

Amy clung to him, her face pale. He wanted to tell her it was going to be okay, but he couldn’t. Someone had posted their location on the dark web. His phone was tapped, too. “The red car that followed us earlier just pulled into the parking garage. Our location’s been compromised.”

He was dark until further notice. In the wind with Amy, no backup.

“I’m going to get you out of this. I promise.”

He shouldn’t make promises he had no idea he could keep, but Sam steadied his nerves and prepared for flight. This time he wouldn’t fail. They were in danger because he’d let his guard down by sinking into his emotions.

If he did so again, Amy would pay for his mistakes with her life.

I sought the Lord, and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears.

—Psalms 34:4

For Jesus

Who saved me

Who rescued me

Who carries me through

Who delivered me from all my fears

Dear Reader,

Thank you so much for being a part of this three-book journey in the town of Mountain Springs...and in Jenna and Amy’s reunion. I’ve had the best time weaving together Erin and Jenna and Amy’s stories.

The common thread for them is fear. Isn’t it amazing how often God has told us in the Bible not to fear? He knew from Creation that we would be afraid. There is so much to fear in this world. But here’s the thing... Fear comes when we forget the One Who created us is the One Who is in control. That’s true for me. When I begin to doubt, I pull a Peter, put my eyes on the waves and sink. The beauty happens when I, like Peter, cry out, “Lord, save me!” He always stretches out His hand and lifts me up.

I pray you know Jesus in that way. That those things you fear are things you can lay at His feet. As one who battled debilitating fear for a decade, I know it is not easy, but when I look back on those years, I see Jesus more than I see fear. Lift your head and seek Him. I promise He is there.

I’d love to hear from you!

Pop over to www.jodiebailey.comor send an email to jodie@jodiebailey.com. Hearing from you all always makes the day a bit brighter!

Jodie Bailey

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Introduction

Bible Verse

Dedication

Dear Reader

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

EPILOGUE

Extract

About the Publisher

Rain-chilled wind blew dead leaves across the parking lot at South Georgia Community College, a damp reminder that winter was rapidly overtaking fall. Amy Naylor stopped at the end of a covered sidewalk and stared across the wide sea of vehicles to the far row where she’d parked her midsize SUV. The rain that had poured earlier had given way to clear skies, but the accompanying cold front had dropped the temperature a good twenty degrees.

It figured she hadn’t brought a jacket to wear over her navy button-down shirt. Hiking her messenger bag higher on her shoulder, she glanced at the building where her small office offered the warmth of central heat. It would be easy to go inside, make herself a cup of hot coffee and read over the papers she’d assigned her freshmen biology students. For a few more minutes, she could pretend summer wasn’t over.

But it was Friday afternoon and the building would empty rapidly after the next class ended in an hour. The long empty halls that echoed small noises after everyone was gone had always forced her out of the building with the feeling that something was lurking in the shadows. She preferred her third-floor one-bedroom apartment, where there was only one way in and one way out. In her home, the couch faced the front door, and no one could sneak up on her through a half-open window. Even her bed was shoved against the wall so she could sleep on her side, eyes toward the door, pistol at the ready in her nightstand drawer.