Title: SEAL UNDER SIEGE
Author: Liz Johnson
Publisher: Love Inspired Suspense
Genre: Romantic Suspense
SHE'S NOT SAFE YET
When Staci Hayes is rescued from a
prison by navy SEAL Tristan Sawyer, she thinks the ordeal is over. But back in San Diego, a new threat
arises. Staci has information that could prevent a hit on U.S. soil, and the terrorist will
stop at nothing to silence her.
Tristan insists on being her bodyguard, but his constant presence makes her long for things beyond her reach. Protecting Staci is the second chance Tristan needs to put the past behind him. Yet with a spy on the naval base, anyone could be a threat. Can he offer her safety…and love?
Men of Valor: These navy SEALS were born to excel….
SEAL UNDER SIEGE is part of Ms. Johnson’s Men of Valor series, but it easily stands alone. Readers will want to read Promised to Protect first so they don’t miss a moment of this series—plus its Matt’s and Ashley’s story.
I enjoyed reading SEAL UNDER SIEGE and trying to figure out who the bad guy was. Some parts I figured out early—others, not so fast. SEAL UNDER SIEGE is a book that will hold your attention. Look for it online or at your favorite retailer and don’t run a chance of missing it. $5.99. 224 pages
About the Author:
By day Liz Johnson is a marketing manager for a Christian publisher. She finds time to write late at night and is a two-time ACFW Carol Award finalist. Liz makes her home in Nashville, TN, where she enjoys theater, exploring local music, and making frequent trips to Arizona to dote on her nieces and nephews. She loves stories of true love with happy endings and blogs about her adventures in writing atwww.LizJohnsonBooks.com. Follow her online at Facebook.com/LizJohnsonBooks or Twitter.com/LizJohnsonBooks.
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“You said I was safe. You said you’d protect me.”
“I did. You made it safely home, didn’t you?” His words were short but not unkind.
“I made it home, anyway.”
Those blue eyes sliced into hers.
“What does that mean?”
“Someone has been following me, and I think it’s the same man from Lybania.”
His arms crossed over his broad chest, the sleeves of his t-shirt pulling snug around his biceps. He looked so intimidating.
“Did you call the police? Tell them you’re being stalked, and they can look into it for you. They can handle things like that.”
“They wouldn’t help me.” If she had any idea how to face down the man following her on her own, she would. But since she didn’t, she had to convince the lieutenant to help.
Taking a firm step toward him, she pointed her finger at his chest. “Listen to me. I’m in trouble, but it’s not just me. I don’t know the name of the man who’s after me, but I know what I heard. He’s plotting to blow something up . . . here in San Diego.”